Meri Zaat Zarra E Benishan Novels & Stories

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.

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 freezes. "The whole focus of your scrolls was on the stunning, magical beauty of your silk moon-blossoms," I say, leaning closer to her soft body. "You are a gorgeous female wolf, Zara. You could have used your looks to grow your power online, but you did not use your body assets. You used your pure, raw talent." Her thick cheeks turn completely bright red, and she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking down. "I wanted the packs to focus on the beauty of the With A Flourish Floral Forge, not on my clothes or my makeup."

17 Nasrin “You look beautiful, Nasrin,” Zain’s grandmother cooed when Zara, dressed in a gorgeous red gown, draped a golden colored lace over my head, my dainty gold earrings glinting in the sunlight. “You look like a queen,” Zara smiled brightly, the staff asking to take pictures with me. Zara frowned at them when she asked what #SultanRoyalWedding meant. I had forgotten that she had never used social media in her life.

Zara smiled at her mother while passing but didn't waste any second engaging in talking. Somehow her marriage was in a stable condition and she doesn't want any mere spark to destroy her beautiful palace of love. And the way he behaved seeing Rihan she was nervous. But she will try to make him understand. But what if he doesn't. Zara was hell worried as she was fidgeting her fingers thinking about her husband who by now might have grown two horns. ****

The atelier smelled like sawdust, hot metal, and ambition. Zara stood before a row of mannequins, their frames dressed in the bones of her latest collection—ZML Rebirth. But tonight, it wasn’t just fabric she stitched. It was revenge, woven in thread and blood. “This one,” she murmured, running her fingers along a silk slit exposing a geometric symbol, “goes on opening night. Right center of the catwalk.” Lucas squinted. “Zara, these runes—you’re still using them.”

But there had to be something that would make Zara’s eyes twitch. Mer sat up, rubbing her hands together. "Okay, we need something that says, I belong here, and you can’t do a damn thing about it." I raised an eyebrow. "You think clothes can say all that?" She smirked. "Absolutely. And trust me, Zara hates when someone looks better than her." That was all the motivation I needed. I started flipping through my clothes, tossing a few options onto the bed. A floral sundress? Too casual. A long-sleeved sweater dress? Too cozy. A fitted black dress with an off-the-shoulder neckline?

Zara’s cheeks were almost flushing with shyness because her question caused her to recall the steamy moment she and Zoey had under the bright moon and by the shimmering riverside. That was a day she would never forget. “No.” Clarissa turned to face Zaramanni. Zara ignored the suggestive smirk on the she-wolf’s face and appreciated the beauty of her gown. Primarily a mermaid-shaped gown, the attire had streaks of gold running on its front. Also v-necked, the simple attire came with a huge scarf that was connected to the sleeves. “The mating ritual is the union of mates in the presence of the moon goddess,” Clarissa completed her statement.

What the hell is that girl planning now? Zara however was beginning to feel some itching all over her body. She can see that something is going on with her body, she thought about her babies and then she began to cry. Zara gathered up the last strength within her, there's no way she's going to allow Bella to do this to her without putting up a fight.

There is no point announcing what Pack I belong too; she's smart enough to put together our aesthetic traits and accent. When I glance down at what Zariah wears, I'm surprised to see it isn't a dress, like what most girls wear. Instead, she sports jeans, and a t shirt. The Wisdom Pack is another rather cold Pack, so I'm not surprised that she isn't fazed by the cool air around us.