Unsent Message To Zara Novels & Stories

When Zara went back to her house on Friday after work, she saw two gift boxes on her bed. She sat beside it, opened the lid to see a navy blue dress and heels. She smiled and opened another box and gasped to see jewellery. She took the dress and caressed the fabric smiling at his gestures. She saw a note in the box and took it to read. ‘Don’t say no to the things I sent, not till you take the final decision about us. Be ready by 9 pm Sunshine. I am waiting for you – Your Bash’

I will have to wait until tomorrow morning. "I hope there's a phone store around here" I said to myself thankful that I still had my laptop and prayed that it doesn't explode either, and thankfully it doesn't. I looked up on my laptop to see where the nearest phone store was, the closest one was in human territory. And I definitely was not about to go all the way there just for a phone. So I decided to just order one online . After I paid for it the email told me it would be here in 2 days. I still have my laptop so that was a problem for me to do work on, but not having to call someone that might be a problem. With that I've decided to send my sisters an email just in case they want to get

Suddenly, she had an idea and grabbed her phone again to text Celine: [Hey Celine, should I just come to Chavez Capital on Monday to get started with the job? After waiting for 30 minutes, there was no reply from Celine. Breathing in the mint's chilly scent, Zara felt her spirits drop. When it was lunchtime, Cecil saw that Zara was still home and asked, "Didn't you have a lunch date with the HR employee from Chavez Capital? Why haven't you gone out?" Zara checked her phone again, but Celine still had not answered. She went on her social media page and saw a picture of some delicious food. There was no location tagged, but she could see a restaurant's sign in the corner of the photo.

Love so potent it made breathing feel like a battle. Their lips met in a crash, all teeth and tongues, pulling and tearing at fabric until nothing remained but skin and scars. “You’re mine,” he growled as he lifted her onto the dresser. Zara arched into him, breathless. “Then ruin me right.” ⸻ Hours later, drenched in sweat and the weight of secrets, Zara woke to her phone buzzing. One message. Unknown Number: Check your brand’s European trademarks. She sat up instantly. Alec stirred beside her. “What is it?”

Zara lay on her couch, still fuming. She had replayed the argument in her head a dozen times already, and every time she pictured his smug grin, her chest tightened. She needed an outlet. Something. Her phone buzzed. At first, she thought it was just a random notification, but then she saw it... Building Residents Group Chat: “14B vs. 12A Showdown” Someone had changed the chat title. Zara’s jaw dropped. Scrolling up, she saw the thread.

It was ridiculous how strange a pair of jeans felt in my hands. “And these are trending right now.” She held up a tiny top. “Especially these. It is for Gen Z.” I laughed. “Okay. That’s cute.” She grabbed my hand. “Come on, try them all.” “Oh, I bought the underwear too. I called Sandro and asked to speak to you. But he refused. I bought everything in three different sizes. So, I was more than happy to flood his house with clothes. Can you believe that guy? When I said I wanted to buy you something, he subtly suggested Bash buy you clothes and refused to—,”

she winked as she flipped her hair, "text me the details for tomorrow. Now I gotta go prepare for my wedding." "And the night that comes after." With a grin he said, and Maria flung a pillow at him, the cost of his silliness, which he caught before playing dead. *** AUTHOR'S NOTE - okay, okay okayyyy! I have a really bad phone so I'm unable to access the goodnovel from the website, (hopefully I get a new one soon, jeeeeez) That's why I couldn't leave a message for yall, but fuck that, yeah? I have to do this. I'm happy about the turnout, a lot of yall are reading and it makes my brain just- 'kkjhfswduokjj you're doing it gurlll'

In my mind? Is this day going to get any worse?. However I decide not to freak out, to at least see where all this is going to. Because I really need answers. Desperately. "Okay, so who are you? And why are you in my head?. Wait...better question. How on Earth are u in my head?" "We share a bond Azura. I can communicate with you through that bond". The sweet voice said again. Is that really necessary? That happens in real life?

The title was striking, “Disaster strikes for Zara Quest who has been blacklisted by EM and a local mall!” Needless to say, the content of the article was about Zara’s antics at the mall yesterday. She was seen trying to take a dress from another customer and ended up causing a scene when she failed. She was also said to have slandered the infamous designer Cecil who was commissioned by EM by referring to her as a third-rate designer…

a female voice chirped through the phone, “come out and have fun with me!” I raised an eyebrow, my voice flat as I responded, “My apologies. Zara is feeling unwell. She’s already asleep.” There was a pause on the other end, and then a hesitant, “You’re… Zara’s…” “If you have something important to tell her, I’ll pass along the message when she wakes up.” Another pause, then her voice turned slightly embarrassed. “Oh… no, it’s nothing. I’ll talk to her tomorrow.” “Okay,” I said curtly, hanging up before she could say anything else.