Novel & Cerita Zara Muskura Mere Gumshuda

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

The name Kadara Aimo means "unknown." Spanning three generations, it carries an enigmatic legacy and substantial wealth. Yet, behind this veil of affluence lies a poignant history. Mr. Alan Kadara Aimo, a towering presence in the family, died just four years after Lucy’s birthday. Unlike her siblings, Lucy barely knew her father. David, William, and Lucy represent the fourth generation of the Kadara Aimo lineage. David is cool-headed and understanding; William is rebellious and hot-headed; and Lucy is simply unusual.

Zara's grin was blinding. "That's my girl."

the male Kea says, and my eyes lock on the burgundy female in the center. Her appearance says it all; she is Zor. She is the alien Zalu just warned me about. Her dress is black, sexy, and tight. There is a gold band around her neck connected to the dress, and her makeup is something I would describe as smokey. Her straight black hair reaches her waist and is super shiny. Her comrades are all dressed in white dresses that resemble each other. They look like sidekicks. As the Makskins begin to walk to their table, Jia leans in closer to me.

Lady Zara with her long brown locks was down, brushing her bare neck and shoulders seeing she was wearing an off shoulder white dress with ruffles on the hem of her top, accentuating her small waist and its skirt that flows down to the floor. Out of all the time he get to meet her, this was the only time she look so similar, as if a doppelgänger of Evewhile wearing barely any make up and her ice blue eyes was staring at him coldly rather hypocritically along the smile she wore for him. Her pink lips was so soft and plump and the beast inside of him longs to touch it, caress it and feel it marking his skin. "You're here.." His lips didn't know what else to utters

I stuttered. There was no response. They just kept kissing like they had been starved of each other for years. When they finally pulled apart, Zara crouched down in front of me, a devilish smirk playing on her lips. She gripped my jaw and spat on my face, the slimy fluid dripping down my cheeks. "You really do love to dream, right?" Her gaze shot daggers of disgust and disdain at me, making me question whether she was even the same person. "Luna? Goddess that's like putting a Gucci collar on a stray dog." She shoved my jaw away.

Thank the Goddess she doesn’t do this during real fights. Zara gives the poor moose one more chance to fight back before she sinks her teeth into its throat going for the kill. She clamps her jaw down hard and I hear and feel its neck snap between her teeth. Just like that the animal is finally dead and Zara begins to dive into her kill enjoying her oversized breakfast.

Body squinted her eyes, walking towards Zara. “Zara!” She scanned her from her face to her dress. Her startling, glittering appearance felt a little oppressive. “Who the fuck you talking to?” she managed with bravado. Zara went closer now, staring into her eyes. “The eagle has landed,” Zara said, a boastful smile on her lips. “Damn! You really cleaned up. Seems the thousand niggas’ dicks in your mouth have been able to raise you some cash? Hahaha,” she laughed, sticking her tongue out.

“I gave my body to that bastard but those stupid subordinates didn’t kill you. They failed me. I wasted my whole youth. Yuck! I still feel my skin crawling because of those filthy hands on me” Zara didn’t understand her words. She didn’t want to make her angry. It’s better if she talked about Medusa. She is her childhood friend and can make Susan better. She looked at Susan who is rubbing her skin with disgusted look. They both were busy with their own thoughts that they forgot about the noises coming outside the room. Zara cleared her throat and stood up slowly. Her legs became numb as she moved her body. “Medusa” “Shut up!” “Who is she Susan?”

Medias are bunch of leeches hiding in human form. They are always waiting to find a small fault and talk about it on and on for some little money and followers. Zara is dressed in a obsidian block colour ankle length dressed that is made from rich chiffon and has plain v-neckline, short regular sleeves, fitted waistline and back zipper. She has a huge catlike glasses covering half her face then rolled a blush pink veil around her shoulders with matching slippers then the small Gucci pink cross bag that stopped by her left hip. Though she wanted to dress to hide herself, she looks beautiful and eye-catching with her tall figure.