Zafrina Twilight Novels & Stories

Her hair is blown-out, framing her oval face. “Irina, darling, what a pleasure it is to see you again,” she says, extending a hand to hug Irina like they’re old friends. They air-kiss like school girls. “And this is my sister-in-law, Candy Baldwin,” Irina says. The woman extends her hand. “Hi, I’m Vivian, but my friends call me Vivi,” she says. “Hi, Vivi,” I repeat. We ride the elevator to her office on the sixth floor. The whole time she’s talking with Irina, making plans about the engagement, I am lost in my own thoughts. I didn’t hear a single word they said.

"Please! Please! Don't hurt him. I'll do anything." The queen turned towards me and smiled. "Oh, I know." She opened another cell and shone her torch light in. It's at that moment, I saw another girl. She looked to be in her late fifties maybe. Perhaps older. Her skin was wrinkled and dry, her hair stringy and greying. She looked wasted and weak and had chains around her arms. "This," Queen Luna Evangeline spoke as she walked in, "is Grace. Our white wolf."

I had specifically warned them to stay away from makeup and get used to their natural beauty. "That's not all. The whole makeover was a disaster, and now Iris looks like a freaking ragdoll." I eyed her, She immediately whispered a sorry for cursing. "Why the hell is she so bothered about makeup? " Nora flipped her thick wavy hair to the side and used a Clip to hold it in place. "Apparently, she's scared that Zoey would steal Levi from her with her ravishing beauty." I almost choked. " Zoey is going to be Levi's stepsister from today ." For the past few years, I had noticed this thing going on between Lev, Iris and Zoey, but I didn't want to get involved in their teenage stuff.

The jitters in my chest kept me restless as I silently climbed down from the bed. In the dimly lit room, Grace Everly, my friend since our orphanage days, was seated on the surplus computer chair, donning an inexpensive headset and an oversized old hoodie that draped her frame. Her short, tousled raven hair carelessly clung at the ends. The dark circles beneath her eyes hint she hadn't taken a nap, typing the manuscript of her new novel, which she had just started a few days ago. The dim glow of her aging laptop screen accentuated her pale complexion and the subtle freckles scattered across her nose.

He says as he pulls a package out of his bag and hands it to me. "Oh, what is it?" I remove the cloth that covers the package, it is a very old book with a blood red cover and despite the years is still in good condition. I caress the cover of the book, on it we can read the pack of the twilight. "This is a very old book, the family tree of our pack. " I opened the book, my fingers shaking. I had been wanting to know everything about this community that piques my curiosity for so long, I couldn't believe it.

Marina: I'm sorry my prince but it's time for me to go home. She got up and swam away. Paris: Oh yes it's time He went to his Chambers to wait for Fredo's return. Fredo: My prince!!! He bowed. Paris: Did you do what I asked? Fredo: Yes my prince. It's perfect. Paris: Take this message to Tyrion immediately. Make sure no one is there. Fredo: Yes my prince.

Her gaze flitted to the right and widened on Geoff as her lips curved into a sly grin. I wanted to stake my claim, but then I remembered that Geoff didn't have feelings for me. I straightened my spine and smiled when I caught sight of Darla, Ray's wife. She was the epitome of sophistication, with an ankle length black bodycon dress and her silver blond hair in a simple bun low on her head, a few strands framing her elegant face. She walked up to me and kissed my cheeks. "Ramara. You look stunning." "Thank you, but I should be saying that to you."

Chinedu, all I needed to do was pass the aptitude test and eventually get enrolled into a high institution. The next morning the 30th of December, still a holiday period. My mother had gone to the bar for her days shift while I was home with K**i and Tami. They were watching cartoon inside while I was in the kitchen cooking lunch. I had spoken to Layo and Dr. Amrah that morning . They were both doing well. Layo misses the fun filled Christmas celebration in London. He complained on how strict the school rules were and Dr. Amrah on the other hand mentioned that she will be leaving the country in less than a week. Suddenly, I heard Tami scream Osifa. Was I daydreaming? I thought. I then left t

“Zayn, you’ve been in here all day. What’s going on?” Zayn didn’t answer immediately. He gestured toward the screen, his voice hoarse. “Come here. Watch this.” His mother hesitated but moved closer. She watched the clip silently, her expression unreadable. When it ended, she turned to Zayn, her eyes wide with shock. “That’s… Aurora,” she said, her voice trembling. Zayn nodded, running a hand through his hair. “The girl I’ve been searching for all these years… the one who haunted my thoughts, even when I was with Mina. It was her all along.”

I smiled back at him. “Hawu, ngane yam, ubani lo omuhle nje.” Siya’s mom smiled so broadly at me. (Wow, my child, who's this beautiful girl?) “This is Sinoxolo Zulu, sthandwa sentliziyo yami.” (The love of my heart) I extended my hand for a handshake but she pulled me in for a hug instead. I was taken aback at first but I relaxed a bit. I hugged her back, feeling her warm scent engulfing me.