Unsent Message To Zara Novels & Stories

What a bore? Boring music! No carols! Not even the usual glow of Christmas decorations, green and red colored gifts... Just a plain boring tree on a side so far it could barely be seen. Shola tapped on her phone, it was ten fifteen. She swipe on to her messenger app and started typing, 'Bored! Can I go back to the hotel? And watch movies', or something. She sent it to Solano and almost immediately he replied. 'No!' 'You have an unlimited data plan. Watch whatever on your phone while waiting for me.'

Waiting on a supplier email. She scrolled. Heart stopped. One email. Sent yesterday. She hadn’t opened her inbox since Ivy got sick. Her hands shook. Sweat broke out. Sender’s name hit like ice. “This can’t be,” she whispered. Fear crawled up her spine. Why would he message her? What did he want? She went to delete it. But she missed. The email opened. (“Where are you, my love… I’m going crazy looking for you. Call me when you get this… please, Zara… I made a mistake!”)

“Now, what the hell am I lookin’ at?” “A ledger containing current club financials, business contacts, and laundering sources.” “Jesus, Minus. There a specific reason such a hot item is currently in my home?” “I had to get it as far away from home as possible and I couldn’t think of a better place than here in your safe. I’m gonna talk to Zaius about posting a couple of patches here until all of this blows over, and I’m going to need you to get some more of the younger guys around here up to speed. I’ll need all the allies on my side I can get both in Savannah and Portland.”

The room was spotless, as if no one had ever lived there. Only the desk in front of him held a single box. Hugo opened it. Inside were all the gifts he had ever given Katherine. On top of the box, there was a single sticky note. "Three's a crowd. I'm stepping out. I give my best regards to Mr. Laurent and Ms. Mendes—may you have a long and happy marriage, and many children."

When I got home from work, I suddenly received a video push alert on my phone. The title was written in an eye-catching font. [I earn only $3,000 a month, but my boss forced me to participate in a team-building activity that costs an average of $30,000 per person. Will you want this good fortune?] The thumbnail featured Cynthia's face, which was filled with unwillingness. My heart sank sharply as I clicked on the video. The opening was a promotional video of a six-star hotel in the Madiles, but it was edited with a depressing black-and-white filter and accompanied by sad music.

Holding back a noise of disgust, I fake some moans as he finally manages to get my cuffs off. "You're so hot, Lindsey," he mumbles against my neck, fiddling with his pants. "I know," I pull away. This is so gross, why did I agree to this? Zack is in so much trouble, I swear I’ll just barf all over him. "You're so good." he licks his lips. He should really buy a pack of chapsticks. ---

Zara frowned, watching the crowd for a moment before shaking it off. She wasn’t a child. Chloe would return. Another drink arrived. Then another. And somewhere between the noise and the lights and the fading edge of her frustration, her phone buzzed. Zara blinked at the screen. Unknown number. She frowned slightly and opened it. One line. “Resume by 9 a.m. tomorrow.” No greeting. No explanation. No congratulations. Just instruction. Zara stared at it for a long moment. Then let out a slow breath, leaning back slightly as the meaning settled in.

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.

Sometimes, when people can't take it anymore, they lose their sanity because they can't take the heavy emotional problem anymore. ❝Bro, I love her.❞ the man laughed and reasoned even though he was hurt. The only thing he knows here is that his name is Zandro, and he landed in this place because the woman he was going to marry left him for what he considered his best friend. ❝Is Raven there?❞ He asked here.

No way in hell! "And I am just stating." He shrugged. "Stop it, Amar. Let her be." It was Giselle this time who spoke. I glanced at her with gratitude before focusing on my dinner. — It was yet another morning when I walked in on my brother and sister-in-law kissing the hell out of each other. Can someone tell them to get a room? I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a can of juice and got out of the house. Fishing out my phone, I dropped a message to Amar that I was heading to school and started walking in its direction.