Zaria Simone Age Novels & Stories

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

"I thought...I thought that this had something to do with the men who harassed me that night. You're telling me this has happened before?" Simone examined her face. "I said too much," she muttered under her breath. "I shouldn't have said anything." "No, I'm glad you did. We have to get to the bottom of this. What other details do you remember? We could help the authorities figure out who did this." But even as she said the words, Kiera knew how little sense it made. Simone was seventy-five years old. How long ago did it happen? Was she even born? Was Kane?

Taylor and Aria, obviously liked her, except that Simone doesn't know he hated bacon egg muffins. "You still don't think I'm good enough for you to pop the question?" Richard took a sip of his wine and mulled over her question. "It's not that Simone..." "Then what is it? We're no more kids. I turned thirty-five in January." Though her voice was low, there was enough frost in it. He shook his head. "It's not you, Simone, trust me. We're good together and I know that." He took another quick sip, his throat suddenly getting dry.

Aria stood in the center of the room, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Pain. Anger. Grief. All of it poured out of her at once. “My whole life,” Aria said bitterly, “I thought I was just a normal girl.” Her voice shook. “I thought my parents died from sickness… or an accident.” Her fists tightened. “But they were killed.” The wind outside grew stronger. “And you knew.” A sharp crack echoed somewhere in the room. The midwife’s eyes widened slightly. Aria took a step forward. “You let me believe a lie for seventeen years.”

4 years later Our baby girl is growing up so fast. Ariana Elizabeth Adair is now 8 months old and she’s the smartest and most fearless baby that I have ever seen- and she gets that from her parents. “Look at this Ari.” Zara says picking up her bow and arrow set that Alex got for her birthday last month.

‘What? “Miss Simmons?” Sotiria felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. The satisfied smile on her face immediately froze like ice. “The Miss Simmons you just mentioned… What’s her name?” The makeup artist did not notice the change in Sotiria’s expression. She continued mumbling to herself and said, “Miss Simmons’s full name is Charlotte Simmons! I’m not boasting, Miss Green. I really did her makeup before. I’ve been a makeup artist for Miss Larson too. Objectively speaking, now that we’re talking about Miss Simmons, her looks were a whole level above Miss Larson’s. It’s no wonder she was the most wanted socialite at the time. Alas, beautiful women are often plagued by misfortune. Sigh

she said, way too brightly. I mustered the courage to look up – only to regret it again. She was tall, ridiculously pretty, and had the kind of honey-blonde hair that probably came with a personal stylist. Soft waves framed her face like she'd walked out of a Ralph Lauren ad, and a pair of delicate pearl studs caught the light as she tilted her head, all innocent curiosity and zero shame. Her eyes--just like Sebastian's--landed on me. And she smiled. "Hi there! I'm Zaria. Sebastian's sister. Sorry for the, uh... dramatic entrance. I'll let you two get back to--whatever this was."

Zayn turned his head around and saw that it was an old lady with white hair. He then asked, “Do you have anything that needed help? I am Zayn Smith.” The old lady came to the front of Zayn in a tremble. “Mister Smith, it’s just that my hair has turned white, but I am actually only fifty-seven years old this year.” Zayn was slightly shocked. Fifty-seven years old indeed is not that old. However, the old lady’s face looked aged, and her hair was white. It was clear that she suffered quite a heavy blow from life.

She sat before her laptop, FaceTime turned on, waiting for the call to connect. The FaceTime chime assured her that it had. Zara smiled as she saw her siblings—John and Jean. They were twins who had just graduated from high school. “Sis!” Jean exclaimed, flashing her teeth to reveal silver braces. She wore a long curly wig, a pink crop top, and a miniskirt. She was stunning, with olive skin like Zara’s. College boys already toasted her; she had that undeniable main character energy.

"What are their names and ages?" "Colin will be thirteen in November. Jordan just turned eleven, and my fairy princess of a niece, little Zara, was quite the surprise for everyone when she ar- rived just five years ago this month." I couldn't help the grin at thinking about Zara. I had a soft spot for little girls. "She is something else, I'm telling you. That little miss runs circles around her brothers." "I can't wait to meet Zara then. It's good to see a woman who can control all the men in her life, and at such a young age too." "Well, you'll get your chance in the morning, because we're here."