Tinkerbell Zarina Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, I can't say much. Alpha Trent doesn't really ask for anything special. He's not picky." Not picky? That wasn't helpful, but at least it gave her some freedom. "Thank you. Tidy this place up and go. Start from the bathroom—everywhere must be well cleaned," Zora ordered and walked out of the room to the open extension that served as a relaxation area. As soon as she got there, Zina cooed, "See? The goddess is on our side. He's easy to please. All we need is skin and confidence. And maybe a bit of lace."

Her touch is gentle, but my pulse skitters wildly under her fingertips. “Just a small pinch,” she says quietly. I exhale shakily as the prick comes, sharp but fleeting. A small vial fills with dark red. Zarina studies the color with a tiny crease in her brow—like she already sees something odd—and caps it carefully. “That’s enough,” she says, pulling the needle out and pressing a soft cloth to the spot. As she leaves, I don't miss the small eye contact she makes with Aisling. I can feel the tension humming between them like a warning.

"We are going to do this, bring Cara down, discreetly and diplomatically, and when the truth comes out. we will remain." He nodded, taking slow breaths as if my words were inflating his lungs. "Happy to hear that you are not the same Zarina who patiently tolerated anything," he whispered. "No, I'm not." I half-smiled. "That Zarina died on the day that I chose myself." "And this Zarina." he started, his thumb brushing my cheek, "this woman is the one I need with me—for everything that's yet to come." We did not speak further that night.

21 Nasrin “Will my brothers scold me?” Zara asked, her voice small, sulking in the chair. “For what?” I asked, watching the hairdresser snip away at her roughly cut hair. I had called the best hairdresser in Azmia, offering a bonus if she would cut the Princess’s hair in her room and keep it a secret. I was sure Zain wouldn’t want rumors about Zara spreading across like a wildfire. “For disappointing them,” she answered.

She went into her room with Arthur who tagged along. “ Where are the maids?" Queen Minerva asked looking around. “ I sent them all out. " Bellamy replied. “ Why? " “ I wanted to this myself. I thought it would be easy." “ Well it's not. " “ Yes, it isn't. " “ Well, hurry then. It's almost time for the ball. Your siblings are almost ready. " “ Yes mother. " ... “ Your highness. " A boy of eight with jet black hair said when he walked into Prince Zoran's chambers. He was Zoran's playmate and would be his right hand man when they are grown.

“Father, you can’t be serious. There’s no reason to wait—she deserves the truth.” I gulped, my eyes darting between Arman’s angry stance, Kian’s worried expression, and Kaveh, who stood silently by the window holding his daughter. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. Elias Zarvan. The name was not familiar to me in any way. My head was starting to ache. Elias raised his hand, silencing Arman with a single look. “Enough. Do not argue with me on this. You will all do as you are told. Astrid needs time to recover. That is what matters now.”

Zander nods as his eyes glaze over, requesting the nurse to come in. Moments later a young woman dressed in light blue scrubs enters the room. Her dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail. In one hand she is holding a clipboard and in another, she has a small cup with some pills. “Hello Luna,” she greets me with a smile. “Welcome back. I’m Natalia, one of the night nurses who has been looking after you. Here are some painkillers, hopefully, they will be able to help you rest until we can give you something stronger later on,” she softly says passing me the medication, looking between Zander and me before moving along the machines making them finally stop beeping.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“Chiara, can you take the baby to my room, I’ll be back in a minute.” “Yes! Yes, that I can do,” Chiara hurries to hold the baby, looking more relieved than she has teh right to, before disappearing down the hall. “She really is something,” I mutter, staring at the empty hallway. “She is. Anyway,” Zarina says, pulling my focus on her. “So, is it true? You want to see him?” “I do,” if there’s anyone who can help me right now, it’s her. “I just want to talk to him. I’m not looking for—”

she whispers, her eyes shining with delight. “Fuck Miriam. You should be more concerned about making me upset.” Those round, porcelain cheeks turn pink and she bites her bottom lip. “Oh yeah? What happens when you’re upset?” I growl and drop my hands down to her hips, pulling her against my body. “You’re not ready to find out, minha borboleta. Now be a good girl and let me see your gorgeous eyes.” Zarina looks around the room and relaxes a bit when she sees no one is paying attention. We’re in a shadowy corner of the dance floor, hidden mostly by a large, ornate pillar. I watch with satisfaction as she quickly and carefully removes the contact with practiced precision.