Zara Wade Novels & Stories

she said. "What?" "The journalist Adrian hired." She tilted her head. "What is her name?" Kola glanced at the tablet. "Sade Williams. Freelance. Based in Lagos, covers business and society" He stopped. Because Zara had gone very still in the way she only went still when something had just assembled itself in her mind with the specific click of a perfectly placed piece. "Sade Williams," she said. "You know her?" Damien said. Zara looked at him. "She planned the flowers at the Adeyemi-Bankole wedding," she said slowly. "Two years ago. I gave her my card because she asked about event management." A pause. "She sent me a reference inquiry three weeks ago. I haven't replied yet."

She pass it directly to Banks, and his smug grin return at full force. "Bet she was having massive withdrawal symptoms too," Zara cackle and I look behind to see the phone. My sister is a certified witch. She is slim, 5'7, with naturally black hair that she currently have dyed into a bright, aggressive blonde just because she like breaking rules. And she wears neon, vibrant outfits like she id constantly waging a personal war against sadness, but in reality, she is just a professional, full-time menace. "Give me my pho..." I reach out, but Banks immediately pin me back onto his lap, trapping my arms. Zara dramatically close her eyes and turn her head away.

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.

It was a compromising situation and it could have happened to anyone, Maria concluded, kicking her shoes off. She had ordered a mini pizza on her way home, now she just had to sit and not overthink. She, however, failed. Maria had a trait of overly analyzing her every move and criticizing the things she did that can't be undone. Growing up with the mindset that all things had to fall in place, this trait of hers could be cut. It's been almost a week since her arrival in the USA and she had nothing to show for it. No broadway personalities, no auditions or casting calls...yet. It would be completely absurd to tell her employers at A.C.E about her wanting this, it would make her seem like she

Ash whispered to her as he looked at a few guys who were taking photos of them. " By sending her, you did, " Maya said as she pointed her finger at Azora and walked out. Her vision was a little blurry when she reached her room; dropping the bag on the floor, She took deep breaths. She did not want to take painkillers but it was worsening, She picked the water bottle and gulped down the tablets once again. the coldness of the floor send shivers to her body, but it felt nice, nor she wanted to get up neither she had the power to.

"You must be Adam. I have heard so much about you from your son. It feels like I have known you for years. I'm Zara Rose Petrova but you can call me Zara. I believe your son has mention to you about me?" Adam slowly shook her hand and smiled nervously, "Absolutely. I was told that our next investor would be a very lovely lady but I never knew how beautiful she turns out to be. Absolutely enchanting." Adam turn the back of her hand gently and lay a kiss on top of it. Somehow, he could see a small blush blooms at her cheeks but it quickly fades when she pulls her hand away. Adam continues. "And who is this I might add?" Zara turns to the girl with bright brown eyes who steps in front of her we

Queen Tarah ruled Odeon since her husband’s demise and she had done a perfect job. He died trying to protect his family and she missed him dearly. She’d raised her children in the right norms and traditions of Odeon. Queen Tarah had a son who would take over the throne when it was time and a beautiful daughter. There names where Keon and Becka respectively. She was a sweet and going woman and she wasted no time taking Amira as one of her children.

She knew Zara was now a bit of a famous influencer, active in the beauty and lifestyle spheres, but she didn't know Zara had come to New York, thinking she was still in D State. "Sweetie!" Jessica noticed Wendy, left the group of influencers she was with, and ran towards Wendy, giving her a big hug. "Long time no see~" Wendy couldn't respond to Jessica's enthusiasm because Zara was glaring at her. That gaze was even more terrifying than Asher's in the studio last week. It was filled with pure resentment. "This is Wendy, the one I've mentioned to you all many times," Jessica said, linking arms with Wendy and bringing her back to the center of the crowd. That night, the majority of attendees w

She lifted her chin with a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “She has the experience and image the media reckons with. She also runs the new fashion brand that has been added to Wesley Group.” “No one better represents reinvention like Zara Smith, who has built herself from scratch and gotten a good and rising image from the same city that wrote her off three years ago.” I continued. Zane adjusted in his seat uncomfortably as Zara gazed at me with a smile A few heads nodded in agreement, but then came the voice of discord. “I think that’s very premature and unprofessional,” Elora said, face stiffened.

But I wasn't running. Not anymore. Not ever again. I reached deep inside myself, past the curse's barriers, past the pain and the silver burn in my shoulder, past the exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm me. I reached for the core of what I was—not just Ghost Wolf, but *myself*. Racheal. Daughter. Survivor. The woman who had endured captivity, torture, death itself. The woman who *refused* to break. The curse cracked. Just slightly. Just enough. And through that crack, my power surged.