Yuri Zahard Novels & Stories

YURI turned into a big bleu phœnix. YURI : do you like this form master. AHMET: i prefer the other one it's less eye-catching. YURI turned into the tiny form. AHMET joined the others at the breakfast table and he showed YURI to them. AHMET: meet our new friend YURI. They were shocked, AHMET explained to them that he founded her in an egg and that she hatched just yesterday and that she is à phœnix, ANGY and ROSY were jalouse of her because she is too close to him.

And he would move heaven and earth to make that happen! There is no point in sulking like a pathetic wimp The old Zayed would have done that. But he is not that Zayed anymore. He is ZAZ. The Zayed Ahmed al Zidra. He goes what he wants. He opened his phone when it binged with a message

“Uh-huh.” Yuri smirked. He had been correct that Amber was not a simple woman. She saw through his lie. “As to being here,” he opened his arms indicating the home. “This is where I live and work at times.” Yuri had properties all over the world and preferred to live in Georgia, but for now, he would stay here.

As Zachariah is still trying to get Zaire's attention, "Zaire?? ZAIRE?? ZAIRE!?!" I am startled at Zachariah's raised voice, joined with a low growl. The guy Zaire then turns and pulls his headphones out of his ears and looks at Zachariah with confusion before asking. "Hey man, what's up?" "I was trying to introduce you to Yasmine!" Zachariah says with a little growl, still in his voice. "Sorry she is so small, I must have missed her as I walked in..." he laughed I hate when anyone calls me small and go-to move, but Zachariah squeezes my hand a little, stopping me from moving. He then growls again, "Zaire!"

Ariel Hentonas — the one who received Zyah’s gift on their 1st year’s Christmas Party Jason Gawes — the one who gave a gift to Zyah during their 1st year’s Christmas Party Lyka Oroceo — one of Riona’s staffer. Jaistine Danyas — one of Riona’s staffer. 🚩Clarriese Zyah’s Fam 🚩 Mrs. Sharriese Levia V. Tehran —Zyah’s Mother. Mr. Clavey Tehran —Zyah’s Father. Mr. Harvey Tehran —Clavey’s identical twin who played a big role on Zyah’s life. Mr. Dionisio Villorio —Zyah’s grandfather. Mrs. Salvacion “Salvy” Villorio

“Right, let me remind you something. You better not resist like last time. You’d die horribly if you do!” Yuri crossed his arms, sporting a determined look. “Is that so? That won’t be good. It’d be hard for you to be buried if you died that way. Make sure you die less horribly, okay?” Harvey retorted. “Heh.” Yuri chuckled coldly. “I’ve seen a lot of idiots in my life, but you’re the biggest one out of all of them! Since you want to die that badly, then don’t blame me for what happens next!”

Her fingers shivered with excitement while typing a message for him. "It's a yes from me" And she pressed the send button. Zyan smirked while reading her message. He showed it to Mikhail. "It's time to initiate the next plan," Zyan said looking at the screen. --- The evening came real quick. Zoya had a hard time making Sahir cool down. He kept pacing around in the room, still getting withdrawal from Zyan's proposal to Zahara. "Sahir, you need to relax a little," she said. "Ï swear love even if I want I can't, I am just feeling like I have heard this name Santorini before," He looked furious while talking.

"Do you intend for her to replace your mate, Leah?" "I think the question we should be asking here is, who is your fated mate?" The fifth elder blurted again, his gaze never leaving mine. I recognized him immediately. He was Leah's father, and the only newly elected elder. He was the hot-blooded one amongst the elders. Maybe I'd start with him for my reparations. "Nikolai," he stood from his high exalted chair, as if taunting me. "Who is your fated mate?"

Then he added, “If it were mine, I would very much want it.” Barshan snapped his head up to glare at his friend. “What do you mean, if it were yours?” Yuri rubbed his jaw. “I was told a long time ago I would never be able to father a child.” “By a doctor?” Roman asked. Yuri shrugged. “Close enough to a doctor.” Sazon snorted. “If you’re talking about Lev Garinoc, then you would be wrong to even think he was correct in his assumption. He was an underground fighting medic. He knew how to stitch a cut but knew nothing else about medicine.”

Zuhair shouted next, bouncing on his feet in excitement. Dark leaned close, his breath brushing my ear. “Is he always this energetic?” he whispered, his arm tightening around my waist. “Yes,” I whispered back, smiling. “And I have no idea who he got it from. You’re grumpy, and I’m quiet—well, a little bubbly, maybe.” I chuckled softly, but froze when I heard him laugh too. That low, husky laugh of his—it sent a strange, warm shiver down my spine. “My name is Zuhair Eros! I’m six years old!” Zuhair declared proudly, holding up six little fingers. The men burst into laughter, even the usually stoic ones smiling at his confidence.