Novel & Cerita Zafrina Twilight

“Inessa, they are Zoya and Salam. They take care of this place.” Inessa smiles at them. “Nice to meet you.” “You are beautiful,” Zoya says, holding Inessa’s hand. She is cohered with everyone. The second she meets someone, she makes them close acquaintance with her easily, one of her qualities that were in Ravi. “Thank you. You are gorgeous too.” “I want this place,” Hazel announces after coming from her brief trip. “Me too.” Miles repeats. I notice that whatever Hazel says or does, Miles follows that blindly. This girl is kind of crazy. Somewhere in her brain, something is not right. If Miles starts becoming like her, then that’s a world crisis to recover.

Ryan whispered and my eyes went wide. "Wh-- what? No, Of course not." I stammered nervously. "She keeps glancing at you," "I can't help it if I'm good looking, dude," I mumbled, wiping the beads of sweat on my forehead. I kept glancing at her occasionally and noticed that she was even hotter than the first time I saw her. She was wearing a sleeveless beige colored top and grey pencil skirt that hugged every inch of her body. She looked so poised and sophisticated and nothing like the woman I met at the bar the other day. I reluctantly peeled my eyes from her smooth olive skin which brought back sinful memories of that night. I finally took a deep breath to calm my raging nerves.

“Who is Xavia Lockhart?” Zayne explained, “Jenna’s twin sister.” “She approached Zivon by accident for the first few times and we all thought that she had an ulterior motive and scheme back then. However, the little master really liked her and we had no choice but to let her stay.” “Later, Zivon found out that she only likes the little master to the point when she could even die to save the little master’s life. She doesn’t care about Zivon at all. She’s even dating Stefan Talton now.”

I smiled, grabbed her hand, and placed a kiss on it. “Why would I need to? I have you to defend me, don’t I?” Jasmine froze for a moment, staring at me blankly. After a while, just as I began to think I had ruined everything with my reckless confession, a feather-light kiss brushed my cheek. Jasmine turned away and spoke in a soft voice, “Then I guess I’ll just have to keep an eye on you from now on.” The sunlight bathed her in a golden glow, etching her into my memory as the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.

Sephora snarled. The aura around Twilight changed the moment their eyes met again. Clenching her jaw, Twilight took a step closer. “Sister-in-law,” she whispered. Her voice no longer held humor. It was cold, dark—and in that moment, Sephora forgot the fact that she had a stronger wolf. When Twilight got too close, Sephora took a step back. “I didn’t come here for a fight,” Twilight said, still walking toward her, “and I didn’t come here to be disrespected either.”

I grumbled to myself, making Khalid chuckle. We held the party for my sister, the only Princess of Azmia, Zara Al Latif, who would turn nineteen when the clock struck midnight. We were celebrating her birthday and also welcoming the New Year. Zara was born on New Year’s Day, and I and Khalid were both relieved and sad that we would celebrate her birthday in a few hours. Relieved that she would be more independent, responsible; and sad that we wouldn’t be able to make sure she was safe with… men, boys of her age, when she was away for her studies. Khalid pressed an intricate golden cup in my hand, the auburn liquid swishing in it. “Drink this. It will make you feel more relaxed and… if you ar

Satisfied with how I look, I open the door and walk out of the living room and start waiting for Aspen. He arrives half an hour later and walks to the spare room to get ready; he does all this without saying a word to me. I move toward the wall-size window in the apartment, which is opposite the Eiffel tower. The apartment is on the fortieth floor and has the best view. In the morning, when I had moved the blinds away from the window, I was mesmerized by the view in front of me. At night the Eiffel tower is decorated by lights all over, I can't describe it's beauty in words.5

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

And suddenly she was that other Zara—the one who'd carried light into a dark world, only to watch it consume the very air. She stood atop a tower of crystal, watching as her daughter—not Elira, but another—grew wings of flame. The girl flew, laughing, into the sky. And below, everything withered. Flowers burned. Wolves howled. The oceans boiled. This Zara fell to her knees and begged the stars to stop her. But it was too late. Zara blinked. She was herself again. Kneeling. Weeping. The door gone. The echoes watching. "She loved too fiercely," whispered the starlit version. "She gave without guiding."