Z For Zachariah Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He had a mate, he had a f**king mate and his grandmother had said otherwise, that old woman had never prophesied anything that turned out to be true. Immediately he stepped into the kitchen, he saw her…she was a red hair, the only red hair in the room, fate couldn’t have been more dramatic, there was a frown on her face as if she wanted to be anywhere but here, then as her eyes caught him, she gasped in shock… Zach strolled toward her, instinctively wanting to hug her… protect her, and leave this hot kitchen with her. “Hey mate” Zach greeted ******* The shadow slipped out from its position and hurried down the alley, this was the most exciting news it was going to bring to its master…Zachary

The sadness subsides and the warmth takes over instead. “My Name is Zara.” I say in a mutter barely noticeable. … “I know.” he whispers back. “But we will stick with Eliza when we aren’t alone and there could be anyone eavesdropping around us. It will stay our little secret.” My heart makes a little jump. Never had any friends before this means so much to me, to just feel good together. This is what I missed back Home. Yes, I had Zain and Aaron, but they had their own lives. Aaron for example had loads of friends from School and even Zain started to build friendships as everyone was getting used to him being around my Dad often as he started to take over Roles in the Pack. It was just me tha

Sera said, pulling a page toward Zara and pointing, "describes the bloodline connection in detail. I want you to read it and tell me if any of it resonates as more than just information. Sometimes the people connected to these workings respond to descriptions of them physically, not just intellectually." Zara looked at the page. Old text, the notation Sera had been working through, and she could not read most of it but Sera had written translations in the margins in her small precise handwriting. She read through the translated sections slowly. Nothing. Then her hand moved across the page and her fingers touched the paper directly and the room disappeared.

She was saying when suddenly she realized she shouldn't have said things she just did. Oops! "Yesss!" Azhan groaned in a thoughtful manner as he added while lying her on her stomach, hovering over her, exchanging their positions. "I forgot about that porn novels tell me more about them." Azhan said smirking as she at that time really wanted to cut her tongue off. "They weren't porn...that was romance okay... Zoha gifted me that novel." Anna said turning completely red in bewilderment. She tried to push him away but he didn't even flinch a little. She couldn't use her legs as there was soreness between her legs.

I stared at his profile and was reminded of his end in my previous life. He gave all the food he had to Christina, and the famine took his life. Zacharias took the exam two times. He wanted to study, to go higher, but alas, he never could take the exam after the famine. Christina ruined his life. Poor thing. I wrapped up the revision books the system gave me and placed them on his desk. "I brought nothing to this family. Nothing but these books. If you don't mind, we can read together." Good books were hard to find in this era. Zacharias' eyes, always calm, finally had a hint of warmth this time. He was looking at me.

"Don't take it wrong. I wanna help you but please tell me the details of where you came from. We might help." Alyssa looked at Zane then sighed. "Okay we have been wondering on what happened that night. So if you say you can help us find answers then that's great. Where can I start.... okay let me just start from the begining. Our village was named Zimicah," she watched as the three men looked at each other with confusion. She continued on, "Surprised huh we were surprised as well. It is now that we have seen the land this far that I realise Zimicah was no where normal. All those gigantic trees with those multicoloured leaves, those giants birds everything about it doesn't make sense anymore

I need the cold to keep my head clear since it’s going to be a long day, and I’m done waiting for answers. I grab the black book from Jareth’s study and stand by the window, flipping through it again. Zhodin of the Fenaris bloodline. How and why have I never heard of this name before? Behind me, the bedroom is still a total wreck. Three days since Zephyra’s first heat as my bonded mate, and the place looks like a war zone. She was desperate, aggressive, and fueled by so much strength that could have passed as terrifying. Perhaps it was.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

"Well, let's talk about something else, shall we? How about we go visit the library after breakfast?" Zach groaned dramatically. "Again? But we were there yesterday!" "Books are important," I said, ruffling his hair. "Besides, I thought you liked the warrior tales section." His eyes lit up at that, and I smiled, setting Zoey down in her chair. As I moved to the stove to help with breakfast, a wave of dizziness hit me. I gripped the counter, closing my eyes tightly. Flashes of a battlefield. Blood on snow. A white wolf with yellow eyes, fighting alongside me. A man with dark hair and intense eyes, reaching for me.

“I will come back for you, Dia.” Her lips tipped into a rueful smile. “I’ll wait for you.” *********** Zachary tossed his ripped shirt outside his chambers, snarling at his sentries to fetch him his generals and to ensure he was not to be disturbed by anyone, even if they were a family member. A hot bath awaited him in his bathroom and he lowered himself in, submerging himself in the near-scalding heat like it could burn away his guilt and the heat of the kiss with his foe’s daughter.