Fairy Zarina Novels & Stories

Darren laments, eyeing up his daughter as he sets a glass of amber liquid down in front of me. Zarina. So the tempting, untouchable goddess has a name. “Tell me more about your fiancé,” I say, avoiding the topic of Zarina. I think I might, honest to God, get hard right here in my friend’s home, just thinking about his barely legal daughter. Christ, maybe I’m losing it. Darren launches into the story of how they met, but I can’t focus on that. Instead, my attention is drawn to Zarina. Specifically, the way her delicate hands tug at the knot holding her sarong together, loosening it enough for the fabric to fall away from her soft, curvy little body.

The group went around, visiting all the stalls that caught Zaina's fancy. Some of the things she was seeing were new to her and she could not help but get amazed at everything. Even Miranda was in the same situation as she too was excited to be finding out new things. Zaina wanted Miranda to taste the fairy floss first. So, ignoring all other stalls, the group went towards the stall, and just like her, Miranda too was shocked to see something so weird being eaten by people around her. Zaina bought two fairy flosses and handed one to her maid which Marinda took with a suspicious look.

she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. To say that Zarina wasn't beautiful would be a blatant lie. In fact, it was her captivating appearance that had led her into this troublesome situation. Her heart-shaped face was the epitome of expressiveness. She couldn't conceal or disguise her emotions. You could always discern when she was sad, happy, or excited. Her large cerulean eyes were like an empty canvas, onto which she painted vibrant hues of emotion. I knew she wasn't content here, despite her previous claim. However, I understood that her happiness was merely relative—a comparison to her time at the Perazzo mansion with Vladimir.

She smiled and blushed at their stares. “I guess I’ll go first, my name is Zinnia, and I am a fairy.” “I think I need a drink,” was all Aquina could say.

But now? Her head was quick to turn, and her eyes pierced that of Lord Elias who had been sitting still, listening to her speak. "I am in a foreign land. I was dragged here by a goddamn fairy who tricked me into luring King Darren into their trap. My blood was drawn by those bastards and..." A chuckle filled with disbelief came from Zara as she tried hard to keep the growing sadness within her limited. "...I had to run miles upon miles with a man I barely knew." Zaramanni loosened her folded arms and placed a hand on her chest. "I began to hear speculations about me being a half-fairy."

“I’d like to. I am extremely familiar with this place. But it’s a risk if she is found.” “Or it’s an international alliance if she’s kept safe.” Principal Andrews says, leaning back in his chair and smiling. “Who are you?” Matthew asked. I guess there is only Jasper in the room that knows me. “I go by Jo these days. But once upon a time, my name was Joanna Zirk. The only cousin of Nathan Zirk. Best friend to Jasper Sharper. Female Beta to the Luna Queen. Which is why I attended Beta Academy alongside your father.” “The only person who ever simultaneously took Nathan and me down.” I smiled at that distant memory. It was a great achievement.

Concerned about the mention of the confrontation with Jeff, Zora asked Ignis, “How was it to fight against Jeff? Did he hurt you?” Ignis let out a confident laugh. “Jeff and his pack were never a match for me, Zora. They underestimated the power of a fairy.” A visible relief took over Zora's face. “I'm relieved to know that you're still strong as ever.” Cassian, intrigued, addressed Zora. “Ignis is strong because she's a fairy, right?” Zora smiled awkwardly at Cassian. “Yes, Cassian. Ignis is a fairy, but let me tell you a secret.” She looked at Ignis. “Ignis is the one who raised me.”

I guess her height is 176 cm which is 12 cm different from me, who has a height of 188 cm. She is beautiful, enchanting. A unique beauty, I called her beauty "fairy tale beauty". Is she from another country? She looks different from a common girl in this country. After a while, she finally realized that I was staring at her. That girl, Nadya, whom I didn't know her name at that time, saw me too. While I looked at her with a look full of admiration, she smiled at me. Her cheeks weren't red, maybe that's her "Candle skin" uniqueness, but I could sure that she was shy when I looked at her. And behold, even her gaze is so different; her gaze is gentle, delicate, and winning. I swear she looks li

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"

Miss Mata turned around to see who was it and looked at her from head to toe saying, “You can turn yourself into a big one? Like our size?” “Yes, I can. But only the chosen ones like Garih and I.” she says while flying to float in the air above Miss Mata. “I am Rasmiah, a soldier Princess of Azarique Fairies. So, this cousin of yours, what does she do? Why is she trying to break our barrier?” she continued.