Zara Wade Novels & Stories

"Get in the car!" Helma got into the car obediently, even more obedient than a baby chick meeting an old hen. "Several media reporters have gathered outside the hospital, and your brother has already cleared them all," Wanda drove out of the hospital's back gate, "Your assistant and Owen often came here those days, and that Wanderer lead actress too, what’s her name?” "Zara Yates." Helma smiled. The friends she made were good. The Wandered had just been released recently and would air in a few days. Zara was already a hit because of the scene highlights.

The scars she had on her soul were fading away because of one person. The psychological traumas that haunted her till a few days back, does not even come to her mind anymore. Hannah took a shower and dried her hair. It was the weekend but Zion went to the company. There were some important things that he needed to take care of. These days he has been ridiculously busy. She wanted to help him but didn't know how. It was past 6pm. Hannah texted him before slipping into the black dress which she bought. The dress complimented her figure perfectly. All the curves of her body were on display. Her clavicle, shoulders and the neck, looked devilishly tasty. While her perfectly straight legs were rat

Today was supposed to be Selene’s big day, the moment every detail had been planned for months, the day she would become Adrian Boss's bride. Zara had spent hours making sure everything was perfect. After all, Selene deserved it. She had always deserved everything. Zara, in contrast, had grown accustomed to the quiet, overlooked corners of the world. She was the “good girl,” the stepdaughter who never spoke up, who always stayed in the background while Selene soaked up praise, attention, and affection.

Emara Stone I am so happy, like someone gave me drugs for free. LOL. Just kidding. Maybe not. LOL, no. Haha! Hotty told me to get home safely. The girl, the vagina, the drunk butterflies in me shake like a vibrator. No, like a volcano, an earthquake! I leave his cabin with a big smile on my face from ear to ear, like I got my driving license or my degree. As I don’t have both. I try to do twerking in the office’s corridor that I learned from the YouTube tutorial as I am so happy right now, but then I straighten up as I don’t want to get caught in the cameras. As I was about to leave, the telephone on my table rings.

"But I need you to promise me something. Promise me you’ll take care of yourself too. I may be in pains now, but I’m not blind. I can see what’s happening with you. Don’t let anyone drag you down not even his mistress, do whatever you came to do and leave. it's not even safe for you here. Don't forget yourself in the process" Zara squeezed her best friend’s hand, her heart aching with the weight of those words. She wasn’t sure how to handle Cade, how to fight back against the pull he had on her. But Angla was right about one thing—she couldn’t forget herself in the process. "I promise," Zara whispered, even though a small part of her wondered if she could keep that promise. She didn’t know t

Her cheeks burned, though whether it was from the workout or his words, she couldn’t tell. “Princess?” she repeated, glaring at him. “That’s what you’re going with now?” He shrugged casually, wiping at his forehead with the towel. “It suits you. Always storming around, looking down on everyone, giving orders. Princess Zara of the twelfth floor.” Zara’s jaw dropped. “You are unbelievable.” Cade only grinned wider. “Thank you. I try.” She snatched her water bottle off the bench and took a sip, trying to cool herself down. He always had this way of poking her until her blood boiled.

Kaden exclaimed the moment Zara stepped out of the room wearing denim shorts with a white crop top she had tied at her belly, paired with white sneakers, her hair pulled into a neat bun that exposed the curve of her neck and the flush on her cheeks from the drive. “Are you for real,” Zara muttered, stunned by how brazen she had become without even noticing it, and the heat rising to her face made her want to disappear. “I think I should change,” she said as she turned to head back inside, but Kaden caught her wrist and started dragging her forward with a laugh that brooked no argument.

Zara’s POV The witches of Kesh Ina were starting to piss me off collectively. Like one giant creepy magical hive mind that apparently woke up every morning and decided the best possible use of their time was staring at me like I might explode if somebody blinked too hard. Which honestly felt rude considering I was already having a terrible week. “You’re doing it wrong.” I looked up from the glowing symbol carved into the dirt beneath my feet and glared straight at the old woman standing across from me. “Fantastic. Really specific.”

She cried even harder and said in a choked voice, “Walter, please don’t let me ruin your relationship with your wife. That would make me very sad. “I really don’t think Zara meant to poison Scruffy on purpose. Since it’s already gone, fighting over who’s to blame won’t bring it back. Let me tell you something. I heard Zara graduated from dance school, and she’s an amazing dancer. People call her the Dancing Queen. Why don’t Zara perform a beautiful, stunning dance for me? Then, we’ll call it even.” I clenched my fists tightly. My throat felt tight. It was very difficult to breathe.

Nadia sighed, holding her files in hand, “Don't worry, Ms. Quinn. You are doing a better job than Zavier. I am sure your old man is so proud of you.” With that, she walked away elegantly. Zara took in a deep sigh, “Why did I even ask that?” She shook her head, packing and also leaving for her office. After she'd sorted out everything, she took the ones she would be needing and left the office. But she didn't go home. She decided to stop by somewhere. Ballet Boutique. The biggest Boutique for every ballet accessories. Even if her kids were going to be her only audience, Zara wanted to feel seen again, while making her kids happy.