Zari Tomaz Novels & Stories

I just remained silent taking my wine. “Someone has betrayed us, we don’t know who the hell is giving the information about us to the hunters”, Another female voice soon intervened in our conversation. “Huh! Luna Elizabeth”, Zara gasped and I turned and looked at her. She looked to be in her early thirties, dressed up in a red off shoulder dress and had her black hair tied up in a pony tail. She was beautiful but…..

"So, what information did you discover?" I asked the investigator while glancing behind me. Zephanie was talking to Patrizia again. And this time, she was also speaking with my mother. "Zerina Cortez, the owner of Cortez Cosmetics, has been hailed as the businesswoman of the year for consecutive times. Apart from running a successful business, she also founded a foundation that helps homeless people. However, some people allege she uses her foundation for good publicity. Zerina is married to Timotheo Buenaflor, the owner and CEO of Buenaflor Corporation, and together they have a daughter."

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

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

One could tell that he was a highly-skilled fighter at a glance. A woman stood opposite him. She had short silver hair and thick makeup on her face. She was tall and burly at 1.8 meters. Moreover, she appeared to be a foreigner who spoke another language. “The man’s name is Zayn Larson, and I heard that he auctioned off an Ossiumol-100 pill from the Aeolus House’s auction recently. He has already made the breakthrough to become a master fighter now and is considered outstandingly gifted, so it’s only natural for him to be arrogant.”

] [Yes, and I saw your boyfriend being hugged by Zayna. [Who's Zayna?] [Zayna Lott. The model who recently gained fame for promoting Kith's latest bikini design.] Bonita stared at her phone without blinking. As far as she knew, Velica was in another city, at a hotel near the beach for a job to do Isabel's makeup — a model who frequently used Velica's services. Bonita remembered Benjamin had indeed mentioned a few days ago that he would be going to the same city to help an old friend.

I’m wearing white pants, and a black shirt with my sleeves rolled up, my right hand sitting in my pocket as I smoke a cigarette with the other. Everyone annoys me. “Marie,” Carlos says. “Age?” I ask. “Do I need to ask every little fucking thing separately?” “I don’t know her age…” Carlos admits sheepishly. “Marie Yaris Perez, twenty-two years old, dark hair, medium brown eyes, 171cm tall, IT expert in her pack, Level 1 warrior and she’s completed a degree in geography and physics,” Jose says without looking at me. I clench my jaw, as Carlos lowers his and I glare out at the gates, The heat waves rippling in the air.

And my mate had been taken. finis

I will never be Stefanos de Vesilios again. -Zohara

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.