روايات وقصص ضمن Zaria Simone Age

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.”

10 ZARA I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, bored to death. It was the summer holidays now that the university term had ended, and I had nothing to do. My name is Zara Amelle. I’m twenty-two years old, and Arabian, living in the United Kingdom, in London. I have long, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, tanned skin, plump lips, a pointed nose, and a slim figure.

‘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."

She looked stunning. After all these years, Simone looked even better than she remembered. Ariel furrowed her brows. She'd never thought that she would meet her old rival so soon. Katie had no idea about their relationship, so she commented without any reservations, "No wonder Simone is the most famous star right now. Her face and body are perfect." Ariel didn't respond. She merely looked at Simone. If she hadn't chosen to retire from the industry, she'd probably be as dazzling as Simone now.

"Your Highness, haven't you gotten used to it yet? Isn't it common?" Ever since leaving the island, Simon had become a popular idol. "No." Simon shook her head and looked serious. "Can you recite out the round rate of locate 3 to 3 points? Can you solve a minor general score question in two minutes? She... is only 18 years old." Simon raised her hand and knocked on Laria's file. "Oh?" Liam was a little stunned. "That's true. It's not the same. Then the Crown Prince... what kind of special identity does she have?"

“Happy Birthday, Shanzy. I am impressed you have got your demented brains back on your twenty-sixth birthday. Very interesting. You'll get a raise in salary this month.” Shanzy blinked her eyes several times to confirm the fact that she didn't hear French. But she didn’t. There was no end to the unpredictable Mafia Girl. She was full of surprises. Simone remembered her birthday; can this day get any more adventurous? She didn't die, instead, she would receive a raise. Magnificent, isn’t it? "You know what I had this thought that this dude is not as easy as he may seem. But then you know when this head likes someone, it puts aside all rational thoughts, but I am glad you forced me again to th