Zara Wade Novels & Stories

They were like the children of Zee's Bliss but a little bit classier. " That's a wrap, and we of course have to introduce the wonderful designers who designed all the apparels you all just saw" Brandon said as the applauds died down. " They're not Famous, they're all students who aspire for greater heights, please give a round of applause for Sandra Baker, the creator of the Collections, Neill Bunny and Sandy Cheeks" This was Sandra's break. She walked out gracefully from the back as the crowd rewarded her with a standing ovation. " Thank you all so much" She thanked as they applauded more. " Our next designer is a Nadia Sultan, from Malaysia, she designed the collection Faryah and Zee's Bli

Jayce What can more can be more satisfying than a hot shower when every part of you is aching from lack of sleep and day-to-day hustle. I groaned as the warm water touched my naked body, warning all the distress away from me. Something a little hot can make such a difference in our lives, something that we unsee on a daily basis. Things that might be normal for one but for a luxury that barely can’t afford. I smiled, remembering the feeling of Liam’s small, fragile body. Today was surprisingly weird and quite a hustle but in a good way.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

Sadie and I have been in Baker now for two months. Going by the names Katie and Nick. Sadie turns eighteen in three days. It’s hard to believe that she is seven months pregnant, but her stomach grows every day. I got a job right away and Sadie wanted to do something besides stay at home all day. I found a way for us to have all the legal documents we would need to become Nick and Katie. Sadie went and decided that she wanted to go and take some classes during the day. Sadie wants to become a counselor to help people. She never really had someone to help her and she wanted people to know she could help.

Mrs Eze, the oldest, was fanning herself with a silk handkerchief that probably cost more than Zara's rent. "Sorry," Zara said, the smile snapping back into place like a mask she had worn so long it had become her face. "I was thinking about choreography. Shall we try again?" They tried again. The waltz was simple, elegant, safe. Three steps forward, three steps back. A box. A cage with music. Zara had spent five years teaching wealthy widows how to move inside boxes because it was easier than explaining why she could not leave her own. The music swelled, a tinny recording of Strauss from a speaker that had seen better decades. She counted under her breath—one two three, one two three—and gu

“Maybe not, but right now? It’s all mine.” Kade grinned, leaning in. “Shall we leave this sad excuse for a party, Zara? There’s something better waiting for us.” Without looking back, I answered, “Yes, let’s go. I’ve had enough of this place.” As we turned to leave, Mila’s voice rang out again, dripping with venom. “You may have won this time, Zara, but I know your secrets. Don’t think you’re untouchable.” I glanced over my shoulder, satisfaction gleaming in my eyes. “Oh, Mila, go ahead—try me.”

"And now, for our final nominee...after rigorous deliberation by the committee. The winner of this year's best actress and queen of the entertainment industry is......" I snapped out of it, rushing towards the sofa with a soft thump. I fixated my gaze on the screen, afraid that it would all be over if i blinked . "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome on stage....Miss Irina Williams!!." - The hostess announced. The crowd cheered, applause ringing as i watched Irina walk up the aisle , a soft smile adorned on her soft features as she waved her hands gracefully. Her off- shouldered, red sequel dress sparkled under the lights. She looked absolutely stunning as the crowd adored her.

Susan Wade did not sleep that night. She sat in her room long after the house had gone quiet, everyone had retired to their bed. Her reflection stared back at her from her vintage mirror. Pain had knocked her harshly earlier. But now the pain had hardened. She reached for her phone. There were many ways to destroy a person, she knew that. She had built a reputation, understanding exactly where pressure fractured bone and reputation alike. Money could silence, accidents could happen. But public opinion… public opinion was a wildfire.