Zara Wade Novels & Stories

What would it be like to walk into the place where she experienced so much misery after she didn’t shift? “What do you do for fun?” Right. Zeke was a rich boy who ruled a territory with an ocean and probably near a large city full of humans. There would be nothing that would hold his attention for long in her little pack. “I’ll show you around after the meeting,” she offered. The buildings loomed closer. The tension in her body ramped up, and butterflies formed in her stomach. There was nothing and no one in her pack that could harm her now, but the damage had already been done.

"Help me, Zara. You said you loved me. You said we could be what we were meant to be. Help me stop the King." Zara stared at me for a long time, her chest rising and falling with a slow, rhythmic calm. She let go of my collar, smoothing the fabric of her dress. A slow, dark grin spread across her lips, a look I had never seen on the girl I thought I knew. "If I help you, Cade," she said, her voice dropping into a low hum, "would you be willing to do what it takes? No more crying. No more hesitation. Are you willing to burn the throne and the woman on it just to see the King bleed?"

My friend was beautiful whether or not she tried to be. Then we had Tali also know as Talia She was the quiet one but she could gossip. She knew everything about everyone and when she had a boss that was a ghost she began hacking and still couldn't find anything and that frustrated her to the bone. She was part of the designing team. She had to design apps she thought was useful to us, humans and then install it on to the phone. She was great with her blue bob hairstyle and her brown eyes that shined when she figured something out. She was five foot six with an amazing ass.

On Julian Sterling’s birthday, Zara Xavier secretly traveled six hours to his city to surprise him. She knew he had been eyeing a limited-edition watch, one of only a few in the world, so she arranged to meet a college student in person to buy it. When the girl arrived, Zara was surprised to see that she was pregnant. She was still in college, but her belly was already quite large. She was well into her third trimester. “Hi, I’m Zoey Ramsey. You’re the one who wanted the watch, right?” Zoey pulled the watch out of its original box and handed it to Zara as if it were no big deal. Zara happily took it. “Yes, this is the one. My husband really likes it. Ms. Ramsey, how much are you asking

Then ripped her hand back. “I’m still going to win,” she whispered. “I know,” he said softly. “That’s why I fell for you.” ⸻ That night, the gala began. Zara arrived in a velvet gown slit to her hip, hair pinned in gold, diamonds biting her throat. Marissa’s entire campaign was about to launch—and Zara had no invitation. But she didn’t need one. She walked through the doors, shoulders back, legacy bleeding through every step. People gasped.

Maybe Yara wasn't aware about this but she always felt inferior beside her. Heck! She always had felt inferior with Yara's presence. It sounded so bizarre. So silly that she. April Waje, the winner of the best actress in STARS AND SORES AMVC awards, l the first Nigerian teen model to grace the cover of the American VOGUE MAGAZINE, brand ambassador of Zaron cosmetics, face of Zara's fashion house, an A-lister actress in the movie industry which the S&S movie brought her major stardom. She was everyone's perfect dream. The spotlight of every activity whose life seemed perfect. She had wannabes everywhere and people who had their wish list to be April Waje for just a day.

Zara Pearson was very beautiful, and her beautiful eyes held a captivating shade of violet, making her look ethereal and enchanting. She was born into a wealthy family and had a privileged upbringing. Her family was the fourth-wealthiest in the country. One day, Zara’s friends did a 90-day challenge. They placed a bet that whoever won Payton’s heart would win two tickets to the most prestigious Cape Town International Jazz Festival. Zara had a crush on Payton's best friend, Maddox Carson. However, Maddox never even glanced at her. She had sent him several love letters, but he never responded.

How do I tell her that her real identity is not of a feeble human but something powerful? Yes, Zara is not a human but one of the invincible wolves in the werewolf world, ALPHA WOLF.

And nobody was ever going to hurt them. "We don't talk about the bad man," Zara said softly, gathering all three of them into a tight hug. She breathed in the smell of baby shampoo and warm cotton. "We are here for a new start. We are going to build our own empire." She stood up, her emerald green dress flowing around her legs. She was no longer the naive, desperate maid who cried outside Lucian's gates. She was Zara Vance. In the last five years, she had built a multi-million dollar fashion and design brand from scratch in Europe. She was ruthless, untouchable, and wealthy beyond what she ever thought possible.

I noticed her expression change to one of surprise but it disappeared almost immediately as she smiled and shook my hand, "it's nice to meet you, Anders. I am Zara Wright, a warrior and future alpha of the Black Arrow Pack." I intertwined my fingers with hers, "Warrior Zara Wright, I will like to get to know you better. Come with me, let's sit somewhere so you can tell me about yourself." She nodded and together we walked to the closest hill and sat by its foot. I let go of her hand and stared at her as she hugged her knees and began to speak, "there's not much to say about me. I've pretty much told you the basics.