Who Is Zalama Novels & Stories

Lind said as I smile at him. I sign Zyrem and Clide behind me and they put some chairs in front of me at the table. Both 4 sit as Beth and Zyrem put coffee in front of them. “This is my granddaughter Calla Lind; Calla this is Ms. Zarianne Andrea Marlile Villaflor. She is the one who owns the Z.A.M project I told you about to check.” The man introduced as the cold girl beside me reaches for my hand and we shake hands. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Calla.” I said with a smile while I am now serious and formal, now that the pain is gone unlike before I feel intimidated by the two visitors but I am trying to keep it all to myself.

I stood there for a minute, so many thoughts driving out the peace of my mind, I once had before I met Drake today. He is like a cheetah that drives out peace of mind in the heart of the gazelle, if he knew he will never give me peace of mind why did he save me? why does he have to torment my heart without trust? ever since we went that so-called talis old hag, he has changed so drastically. I have to visit shadow, I need her to tell me what is actually wrong with Drake, for now, Zena is everything. Suddenly, her phone vibrated, she immediately brought it from her pink jacket's pocket just a glance she uttered,

10 ZARA I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, bored to death. It was the summer holidays now that the university term had ended, and I had nothing to do. My name is Zara Amelle. I’m twenty-two years old, and Arabian, living in the United Kingdom, in London. I have long, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, tanned skin, plump lips, a pointed nose, and a slim figure.

the bull beastman said, settling down beneath the tree I had just sprung up from. He moved with some much familiarity, something an enemy or a stranger cannot take, “Probably because you are not important as important as you think you are” Zale said eyeing the bull beastman dauntingly, “Zale, who is he ” I whispered pressing my face deep in his neck and breathing slowly my hand unconsciously rubbing his back neck, “He is the troublesome lord or rather leader of the Rivalry tribe and your stepsibling which you regret having” he said locking eyes with the bull beastman

He maintained his calmness as he looked straight at him. "I understand," Zale said, stepping forward. "You haven’t seen me because you only see what the Alpha wants you to see, Xavier. I am Alpha Alessandro’s shadow operator. While Mason handles business, I run private intel. My main job for weeks has been tracking Adira her background, her moves, and her real motives." Zale decided to tell him everything, especially about something against Adira; that’d make them believe in him. Behind him, Mason stiffened, his jaw clenched as his eyes widened in disbelief. He opened his mouth to interject, ready to demand what kind of game Zale was playing, but before a sound could leave his lips, Zale sen

“A pleasure to see you again.” “Madame Zoya?” I stammered, my mind struggling to keep up. “What… what are you doing here?” A slow, predatory smile spread across her face, a smile that sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through me. “Saving you from yourself, of course,” she purred. Saving me? This woman, who had predicted nothing but doom and gloom when I last encountered her, was now my savior? The whole situation felt absurd, a bizarre twist in an already twisted night.

Zara We arrived at the Duncan Pack, where a welcome ceremony was held for Alpha Caleb and his new Luna, Elisa, by their head omega, Madam Vicky, who was Alpha Caleb’s favorite in the pack. “Take her to the omega’s quarter,” Alpha Caleb told Madam Vicky, who turned to look at me. “What kind of work do you do the most?” Madam Vicky asked as we walked towards the quarter. I do all the work back home, but cooking is what I like most, I thought. I was lost in my thoughts, and she had to ask again.

“She called me Mama. And I need you to understand something before you go chasing ghosts that don’t want to be found: if Zainab wanted to be found… you wouldn’t be standing here.” Kemi’s brow furrowed. “What does that mean?” Halima’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It means she’s the smartest person I’ve ever known. Smarter than me. Smarter than the people who came looking for her before. Even Chief saw it — and he doesn’t see potential in anyone unless he can use it.” Zara’s heart skipped. “Use it… how?”

Kazal couldn’t make use of the darkness, but he could at least perceive the stature of the figure in front of him. His physique is that of a wolf beastmen; a tall and toned body with the presence of a pair of ears above the head and a long, bushy tail at the back. Just by knowing that the presence in his sight bears a resemblance to one of the races in Hazaris was enough to be a source of relief. At the very least, he knew that the place he was currently in was almost the same as his original place. Maybe he was stranded in the part of his world where he hadn’t discovered yet? Though, the lack of Mana in the surroundings is a worthy cause of a wonder. Kazal’s ears perked when he heard other

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.