Zack Fair Plush の小説・ストーリー

'Tara says, “Just give me two hours, I will be back,” Zack says, and he steps out of the house with his jeep keys and drove to a beauty salon where he plaits his hair and trim his beard, and came home with his long plait hair well arranged and packed, and he asked, “babe, how do I look like?“ Zack asked, “I can't describe oh, please let me be” 'Tara retorted, and he made a gesture of him and laughed,

Zack asked, his eyes growing wide in astonishment. Lilly looked confused at his words and I just sat there and eyed those little kids. "You're so pretty." Zack said out of nowhere making Lilly break into a bright smile, "I know." She said nonchalantly before she moved the car toy over the couch and made it crash with Chase's leg. Oh my god, this girl. "Do you want to play with me?" He asked as he held the iPad, showing it to her. Lilly's gaze drifted to him. She let go of the car and nodded her head excitedly and was ready to get off the couch but Chase held her arm stopping her, "No!" He said to Zack, "She is playing with me."

Fortune sighed softly and smiled "well Asia, you will have to ask your brother that...I don't know exactly what kind of arrangements his made, but I have no problem bringing you with us" Asia helplessly leaned back on the couch, even if fortune had no problem with it, the person she was suppose to convince was her brother, he had the final say... Not long after, the door was pushed open and Zack walked in leisurely wearing some black relaxed-fit jogger pants with a white t-shirt and Snickers. Asia subconsciously looked at Fortune who wore a grey crop top t-shirt with black skinny leather pants and Snickers. Zack smiled, looking at Fortune's skin tone which seemed to be pecan brown "hmm my

I was looking at the stuffed dog that looked like the one auntie had given him before and bought it as a birthday present for him. "A stuffed dog or any other stuffed toys are not his things. Have you forgotten already? Zachary never accepts any stuffed toy from anyone who might give him." I just smiled and nodded. "Exactly. Isn’t that what we’re looking for? The thing he did not have yet?"

He didn’t know the fact they got to attend this prestigious antique fair also had nothing to do with him. After getting bored looking all high and mighty, Zack yawned. “There’s this one guy, he’s so annoying all the time but I kind of miss him when he’s not here, wonder where this piece of trash is right now. Probably practising how to kneel down.” “Zack, what are you trying to imply here?” Upon hearing that, Quinn was all smiles as she responded. “What else do I mean? Didn’t that worthless brat said he got invited by the daughter of the family, Rosalie Naiswell herself? I couldn’t wait how he’s going to kneel down before me now! It’ll be so entertaining!” Zack pronounced in delight.

A sad, glittery banner declared “Class of 2015 – A Decade of Destiny!” I was nursing a warm, shitty beer, trying to look politely interested as Stacy Miller recounted her third kid’s potty-training saga, when I felt it. A shift in the atmosphere. A prickle on the back of my neck that had nothing to do with the shitty AC. I turned. And there he was. Leaning against the bleachers like he owned the fucking place. Zack. He’d filled out since he was eighteen. The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

The morning sun over Havenfall didn't feel like a threat anymore. It hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Cocolink estate, warming the dark hardwood where Eliza was currently busy lining up plastic dinosaurs. Zack leaned against the kitchen island, his hands wrapped around a mug of herbal tea. He was nearly at his limit, his center of gravity completely shifted by the twin boys who seemed determined to use his ribs as a speed bag. The sharp, tailored suits had been replaced by oversized cashmere sweaters and joggers, a soft contrast to the heavy Glock resting on the counter just out of reach of the child.

Richard, who had been in the kitchen hunting for a late-night snack, nearly passed out from rage. He pressed a hand to his forehead, muttering to himself. “Don’t get angry. Don’t get angry. If I die from this, no one’s going to care.” * Left alone in Helen’s room, Zac took the opportunity to look around. This was his first time inside her bedroom. Just as he had imagined—soft pink tones, cozy, and filled with plush toys. A pile of stuffed animals sat neatly on her bed and small sofa, including one he recognized immediately—the Ultraman plush he had given "Alex" as an excuse, but had actually meant for Helen.

Ammi shook her head in disbelief while smiling. "Zaki beta what is this?" Ammi looked at him flooded with toys. "Stop laughing at me okay. I have bought all the toys for baby" Zaki went near Zoya and bent down looking at her baby bump. "Look what Zaki uncle has bought for you, " he said to the baby. Zaki took a teddy in his hand and gave it to Zoya. "Oh my Allah Zaki I loved it," Zoya said hugging the teddy.