Novel & Cerita Dekhe Zara Zara

She was watching Zara’s handbag collection, and I started to notice she was concentrating on much and whispering something we didn’t understand. "What do you think of Zara?" she asks, looking from me to Bruno, who seems to be reflecting. "In some places, Zara means princess or queen, associated with royalty." I say with a smile. "I like it, and you, Bruno?" We continue watching the huge man next to us, who starts testing the name with his voice, a sincere smile appearing. I slide my hand over our wife’s large belly, and she begins to relax beside us. "What do you think? Do you like Zara, my little one?" I ask, and Bruno’s hand meets mine.

He said. That day he also gave me a new name. Khada Raiko. The next year, He sent me to what he calls the Institute of War. It was a restaurant at first but, as we got in, He presented a small square gold shape token with (IW-HO R 7th) engraving in it, to the cashier. We entered a secret elevator, while in the elevator he picks up another token from his pocket and put it in one of the missing elevator's buttons. He presses it and a new series of underground floors added to the elevator's buttons, descending 25 floors underground. We stopped at the 2nd underground floor. As the elevator opened, People wearing tuxedos and leather jacket accompany themselves in a mini bar on the left, on the ri

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It would be none other than Zara. I needed to talk to my sister.

Denver is the one in charge of informing us peasants that the King will arrive, and Denver made it his mission to traumatize us and he got it right when a female fainted when the news came and the idiot laughed. I took the Lucifer's trap, also known as an elevator, to my work floor and went to my desk. I wasn't stressed since my work was up to date and my group was sorted. I took out my laptop and set it up before I went to check up on my group and also friends. "Zara!" I turned to see Sweet coming from behind me. "Where have you been?"

One text immediately caught my attention. “Ms. Zara is gone.”

“So fast.” Zara froze. Declan leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp now, piercing through Zara as if he wanted to read the intentions hidden behind her ribs. “In such a short time,” he continued, “your pack has already contacted you?”

Zara's grin was blinding. "That's my girl."

Zara trailed off. It seemed as if Elara was just hearing it for the first time, but Zara had one of those high-pitched tones that made the ears bleed. Looking at her from head to toe, she had brand names on her. She was giving off the vibe of being a wealthy family heiress, unlike her.

she announces, pulling off her flats and leaving them by the door. “Remember that boy Nash? The one who thinks he’s the God of marketing?” I nod my head to agree. "Well, he dyed his hair. Green. Bright, fucking neon green!!!” “And somehow he thinks it makes him look good enough to approach me again, when he actually looks like a moldy avocado! Uurghhh!” I can't help the loud laugh that bursts out of my mouth. The image is just too ridiculous. “No, he did not.” “I swear on my life!” Zara says, as she marches straight to the kitchen, and in two seconds she’s back with a bottle of chilled water.