Dekhe Zara Zara Novels & Stories

“Good. Because we’re going to bury that old image of you so deep, the world forgets she ever existed.” Zara smirked. “And replace her with?” He grinned. “Zara 2.0. Unbothered. Unmatched. Untouchable.”

Can he tolerate Zara loving someone? Please share your thoughts in the comment section Love you all... : )

"Alejandro!" Zara's thought process really said 📈📉📈 Also, I love Yasmeen's energy and confidence.

Medias are bunch of leeches hiding in human form. They are always waiting to find a small fault and talk about it on and on for some little money and followers. Zara is dressed in a obsidian block colour ankle length dressed that is made from rich chiffon and has plain v-neckline, short regular sleeves, fitted waistline and back zipper. She has a huge catlike glasses covering half her face then rolled a blush pink veil around her shoulders with matching slippers then the small Gucci pink cross bag that stopped by her left hip. Though she wanted to dress to hide herself, she looks beautiful and eye-catching with her tall figure.

Despite the shout from outside, Zara rushed to the first door she saw on the right. A menacing glint flashed in Cora's eyes when she saw Zara reaching out for the doorknob. She picked up the figurine on a shelf and advanced slowly. Whaaack! Cora hit Zara on the back of the head with the figurine. Zara collapsed to the floor in the blink of an eye. Looking down at her, Cora smiled evilly and punched the air, "Jackpot!"

Zara’s eyes rolled back into her head. She fell to the ground in a lifeless heap.

I gulped hard, and lady Delia smiled at the child who stared at her like a statue with no atom of happiness. I felt sorry for the poor girl, but there were lots of questions running through my mind, and I needed answers to it. Firstly, who is Zara? Where are her parents? Why was she locked up here? How did she end up crippled? Why is she dumb? Gosh! I have many questions. "I know that you are very curious, but Zara's life is a long and sad story that no one would wish to hear to witness" Lady Delia sniffed hard.

I hide my dagger in the shadows before I start to swim near Leviathan. ‘I am not Belphegor’s henchman.’ I say. Perhaps starting to talk to Leviathan would allow me to get him to lower his guard. Leviathan has a weak spirit, but his strength is undeniable. If you ask me, I would say that he is just cowardly. ‘My name is Zarah and I am a hunter.’ ‘A hunter? Does that mean that you are going to kill me?!’ ‘No. I am not here to kill you.’ Drat. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that I was a hunter. ‘I am just here to see you.’

Zara stormed into the house, her face flushed with anger and frustration. The usually fair and almost see-through colour of her skin turned a deep shade of red, like a sunset on a summer evening. Her father, perceptive as ever, sensed her intense emotions and approached her cautiously. "Why did you hide it from me?" Zara's voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt, her words sharp and piercing. Her father raised his hand in a calming gesture, urging her to take a deep breath and regain her composure.

Gesa was a small city in Hanorak bordered by green vegetation, the people were mainly farmers, fishermen and traders, Infact it had the largest market west of Hanorak with stalls bursting to fullness with more wares than a mind could fathom there were cabbages and melons the size of a bull's head and grapes so sweet and juicy they stained the fingers a shocking purple for days after wards, there was a cobbler and a tanner and a cart full to spilling with buttered scones, the jeweller stood by his curtained tent enticing ladies to sample his wares and exclaiming how it brought out the light in their eyes or the milkiness of their skin, somewhere ahead a juggler juggled his colourful balls and