Zara Wade Novels & Stories

Zara’s POV We were able to secure some tickets to fly back to Ohio the same day, because I couldn’t bear to be in New York for another day, especially knowing that he was just a few minutes ride away. Leaving felt like I had failed, that everything I had built amounted to nothing, but I quickly talked myself out of it. My accomplishments did not vanish because of one silly mistake. I was still Zara Andres… Goddamit! I had it bad. I was still Zara Parkinson, a prodigy in my own field. I worked my ass off to get to where I am. I’ll be damned if Marcello Andres succeeds in taking that away from me.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

she flashes me a smile, “my name is Zara” “Adele” “I saw you in the group earlier so..” she picks up her soup and start to scoop it into her mouth, “we should stick together as a group, it’s more convenient that way” “Thank you, Zara” The others at the table also introduce themselves. I get to find out that compared to the rest of them, I am the one who can hardly perform any magic. Zara is a fighter and she can do almost everything she wants with her magic, she was a member of the female guards in the palace before deciding to become a full fledged soldier. For a moment I can’t help but feel inferior to them. They all have something to offer and I can only lift cups with my magic and only u

Zara Just as I said that, I watched tears spill out of the little girl’s eyes. A part of me died down inside as the tears gave away. “Please, Zara. Don’t tell anyone. I don’t want to die. I want to fulfil my dreams before I go. Please, please, please,” Maya pleaded. I looked down at her meekly. This made my heart soften which was unusual. “I won’t tell anyone. It’s ok,” I said, out of pity.

“No one makes me feel the way you do. You’re the only one who made me feel beautiful and desirable. I never thought that I would start liking someone so soon, Jace.” Her words bring a genuine smile to my face. “I’m interested in getting to know you better. Share more about yourself. I want to delve into the depths of who you are.” Zara takes a moment before she shares her story. “Well, Jace, my childhood took a turn when my parents died in an accident. Since then, my uncle has been my guardian. Professionally, I’m a fashion designer, and I have my store in New York. And I’ve always dreamed of having a family.”

“I think you’re beautiful, but there’s no mate bond.” “Zara.” She sits back, looking dejected. She picks up the olive jar, pressing it to her cheek, letting it cool her down. “Huh?” “You asked my name.” She closes her eyes, trying to block out the world. “I’m Zara Zhade Wilson.” “Well, happy birthday, Zara Zhade Wilson.” I frown at her sympathetically. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.” Zara puts down the olives and holds her head in her hands. “I’ve never had sex. My boyfriend and I were waiting until I turned eighteen. W-we were supposed to be destined mates.”

"I'm exactly where I want to be." "Good. Because this is just the beginning, sunshine. We have a whole future to build together." As their car pulled away from the arena, heading toward whatever Adrian had planned for their private celebration, Zara reflected on how much her life had changed. Three weeks ago, she'd been a struggling underground fighter with no prospects and no protection. Now she was the champion of Stellaris Arena, the protected and treasured possession of the most powerful man in the city, and happier than she'd ever imagined possible.

I whispered in excitement. "Are you surprised?" He whispered back, a wide grin on his face. "You have no idea! This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." I said, grabbing his hand. Before he could respond, Zara Jones came out and walked to the podium in front of us. Her 4c curls were in a high bun, and she wore a forest green wrap dress that beautiful complimented her dark skin. She was even more stunning in person than pictures I'd seen online.

KADE Finding out that Zara was alive was something I had never imagine would happen. I’ve searched everywhere for her, but I could not find her. But now, here she is, a Queen and a mother to a boy who happens to be the king of the lycan werewolves of the opposite realm, a powerful child. “Why are you so obsessed with that werewolf Kade?” My sister Eve, yelled at me. She was so angry over the fact that I care about Zara so much.

SADE “You vanished, for a while. And when you reappeared—whew. The photos. The bump. The caption. You didn’t whisper your return. You roared it. Why now?” Zara’s eyes didn’t flinch. She clasped her hands in her lap, her voice low, even, but unshakable. ZARA “For a long time, I let noise drown out my own voice. I let other people define my worth, my identity—what I could do, what I should look like, what kind of woman I was allowed to be.” She paused, her gaze steady. ZARA (CONT’D) “But something shifted. Maybe it was the child I’m carrying. Maybe it was the silence that came after the storm. But I realized—I don’t need to ask permission to be whole.”