Dekhe Zara Zara Novels & Stories

I thought about that for the entire fifty minute lecture, and when the class ended I walked out into the corridor and stood in the particular Monday afternoon light of a building between sessions, and I took out my phone. I opened the contact Declan had sent me his sister's information, which he'd forwarded last week with the message she asked me to give you this, I take no responsibility for what follows and I typed: Hi. This is Zara Torres. Your brother gave me your number. I hear you've been reading about figure skating equipment. I pressed send before I could think too hard about it. Three minutes later, while I was still standing in the corridor, my phone lit up with a response so long

Zara leaned back against the towering, apocalyptic monster who owned her soul. "I will give you your city back, Mr. President," Zara whispered smoothly, executing the ultimate, final checkmate of the entire war. "But the rent has just gone up."

ZARA POV The shadows around the giant oak tree danced and shifted, teasing our eyes. A moment later, the mystery behind our curiosity was solved. Delilah and another woman emerged from behind the tree's massive trunk. They circled the oak, their gazes fixed on its towering branches. Spotting us, Delilah's face lit up in a warm smile. She waved us over. "Kristina, Zara," she introduced, "I'd like you to meet Jenny, our very own tree experts.”

“Zara has been acting weird these days, but I will figure out the secret she's hiding.” Maya whispered, turning back, her mind still occupied with Azimuth’s visit. * * * Zara continued down the narrow path, her feet brushing against the tall grasses. After a long walk, she arrived at a huge, dilapidated hut. Its roof sagged open in places, the windows blackened with age and groaning in protest whenever the wind pushed through. The wooden door had been half-eaten by termites, and the entrance was decorated with skulls of every shape and size. An eerie silence clung to the air, but Zara felt no fear.

Very proud. Leon: Zara is representing Chen-Hale beautifully. Marcus is staring at her like a lovesick puppy. Also typical. Sophie: The DRESS is representing Chen Designs beautifully. I deserve credit. MJ: When do we eat? I'm starving. Kenya: We're not at the gala, genius. We're at home. Eat a sandwich. Lorraine: Zara, text me when you can. Love you. Be yourself. That's enough. Zara's throat tightened as she read her mother's text.

Olivia’s POV Zara grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief as I teased her about her heavy padded jacket. “What are you hiding under there?” I asked, folding my arms and raising an eyebrow. With a dramatic flourish, Zara unzipped the jacket and shrugged it off, revealing a stunning outfit that made me gasp. She wore a sleek black halter top that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a high-waisted leather skirt that flared just enough to make her look effortlessly stylish. Her boots, knee-high and laced, added an edge to the ensemble. Zara twirled playfully, the fabric catching the light and shimmering slightly.

But the strategy has. ZARA’S ROOM – SAME TIME The morning sun slips lazily across Zara’s floor, painting delicate amber shapes through gauzy curtains. Her room is quiet—almost too quiet. The kind of stillness that feels like a storm is deciding when to land. Zara sits cross-legged on the edge of her bed, robe cinched at the waist, her natural curls pinned up in a loose bun. Her phone rests on her lap, already dialed. Kemi’s face lights up the screen in a video call.

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Seven Zara’s POV Alexander delicately grasped Zara's hand. With a smile that radiated warmth, he gently led her through a hidden passageway, revealing the secret room he held dear to his heart. The room was a haven of mystical wonders, filled with vibrant paintings that seemed to come alive with every brushstroke.

Zara interjected munching on a slice. “I'm gonna take my bath first” debbie said and runs into her room. Kate said the same thing and left, both came back after awhile and sat down to eat the pizza with a glass of yogurt. “Aren't you modeling? you are gonna get fat you know” Kate said to Zara. Debbie looks at them and gave out a short laugh. “You don't have to worry I will exercise and lose those excess fat” Zara replied going through her phone and she screams.

Dark Khione are known to be ruthless, no pity whatsoever and never a merciful creature as it willing to even takes the life of an unborn child to fulfil its desire for revenge. So many things has been going on in Zara's life this week and all had been great news. She had taken her enemies property. Trapping them in their own home as they will be killed if were to step outside. Revenge has never taste sweeter. When she felt the hot water soaking her hand calms her, she took of her robe and got in the tub. She lay her back on the edge and smiled. What else should I do next? ... Entering the dining room and noticing both of her children wasn't there didn’t bother Zara for she knows they are alw