روايات وقصص ضمن Zari Tomaz

"Scarlett." ******

Her hair looked beautiful after being washed, resembling shining flames that slowly consumed his heart. "This young woman is so beautiful! There's no way I couldn't be interested... I'm lost, by Allah!" he thought. "How do you feel?" he asked to buy time to organize his thoughts. "We could introduce ourselves formally. I'm Zayn Al-Abadi." "I'm Morgana Aguiar. I'm Brazilian." "Beautiful name, beautiful face, and beautiful hair," Zayn said, imagining how it would feel to run his fingers through her red curls.

Amaria replied. “ Hold on. No, Amaria, no. You want to expose the Queen, are you out of your mind? This person you're talking about is the Queen of Ashmael and the Luna of the most powerful pack in werewolf history, The Moonstone pack. She clearly has a lot of supporters and to be honest Amaria, your plan won't work, you will just get yourself banished completely,” Dove whispered. Amaria glanced at her while she climbed onto her horse and said sternly, “ I know and I don't care, I will still try my best to expose her,” “ Well we will have to try, what she did was a very despicable thing, ” Teresa said and climbed onto Amaria's horse. Elex shrugged, climbed onto his horse and said, “ Even if

She had started this at rank forty one, four months ago, with no race history in this world and no understanding of how the ranking system worked and the Archive still fresh enough that the transition back to ordinary life had felt like walking into a room where all the furniture was in the wrong place. Thirteen now. The top ten was visible from here. Not reachable immediately. But visible. And the top ten was where Zaria's immediate challengers lived, the drivers who had been circling rank one for seasons and had built their entire professional identity around the proximity to it. She pulled up Zaria's profile. She had looked at it before. Several times. But she looked at it again now becau

Wait—Zara? Who is Zara?

Tom said with a very pronounced Kiwi accent and a broad smile. "And to Tom's right is Serena, who, in addition to being an experienced river guide, is a world class rock-climber and canyoneering expert. She'll be leading most of the side excursions." Serena, who I would later learn was of Filipino descent, took a step forward and waved to the group. She too was very attractive, with darkish skin and long black hair pulled back in a tight pony tail. All four of the guides looked to be in incredible physical shape.

"You’re the Falcon scholarship girl, aren't you? The charity case from the mountains. I heard your village doesn't even have electricity. How are you going to study law when you probably can't even read a digital clock?" Zara set her fork down slowly. She stood up, her five-foot-five frame suddenly feeling much taller. She didn't raise her voice. She didn't move her hands. She simply looked Sia in the eye with a calm, analytical coldness that felt strangely like the man she had seen on the billboard—Aryan Knight.

Click Click The sound of a camera flashed towards their direction, zapping their attention to the intruder. " World's best news!!!" A shrill voice announced like someone who had gotten a trophy. "Two losers smoking in the church premises." Tola and her friend glared at the owner of the stupid voice. It was Zaria. ••• Zaria Omah was technically a bitch to the both girls and not surprisingly, a bitch as well to everyone who came across her. She was flawlessly beautiful, had filthy rich parents and she walked with pride. Intimidating everyone who came across her, with her annoying aura.

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.

Thick and jet-black, it was tied in a ponytail. Seeing that Felix continued sipping his tea and ignored them entirely, Liam became angry and was about to speak when the woman interrupted. "My name is Zara Morgan. I've already defeated the others who were selected to come here. They all admitted that their medical skills couldn't compare to mine. Now, you're the only one left. I don't want to waste time, so let's have a match. "If you beat me, the right to compete against the modern medicine practitioners from Guneria tomorrow will be yours."