Zaria Simone Age Novels & Stories

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?"

I winked at her, and she grinned, disappearing again into the kitchen. “I get to go too!” Zaria raced into the room. Six months older than the boys, she was a gorgeous thing with long, black hair and lanky, coltish legs. She joined the boys in jumping around and shrieking. I rolled my eyes at her mother, Lucy, who grinned at me. “Pretty sure they wouldn’t be as excited if it was just me going,” she said. “I’m excited,” I winked. “I can’t wait to sit out on the beach with you and Destiny and work on my tan. It’s been so cold this winter I think I’m currently sporting a blue hue.”

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…..

They belonged to each other and fixed very well into each other's arms and world as well. *** # 6) Demon's TAMED BEAUTY ❤️ “I love being married" ARIKA .. .. Ten years passed quickly. They were getting aged now. Arika was 31 years old and Zane turned 35 this year as they were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary. Her life was filled with passion, happiness, and success. Yes! She was working in a hospital as a psychiatrist. Zane walked slowly and wrapped his arms around her waist from the backside. Zane knew what his baby Bubble was thinking while standing silently in the corner of the lawn.

'Simone pov' I woke up with peoples singing and clapping. I groaned and forced to open my eyes as I sat up. "Happy birthday to Simone. Happy birthday to you....". They sang together. When they were done singing I saw Alex holding a small bithday cake. Where did they get these things from because I know yesterday I didn't see any cake. I smiled brightly. Today november the 17th is my birthday and I am finally 20 now.

The atmosphere suddenly grew quiet as Sean observed Simon's movements. It had been 15 years since their last encounter. Simon appeared largely unchanged, except for a few more wrinkles around his eyes. The woman next to him appeared much younger, despite being in her 30s. Her skin had a smooth and youthful complexion, a testament to her diligent skincare routine. "Seany, it's been 15 years, and you've grown so much taller. I almost didn't recognize you," Simon said warmly.

POV Drake. Name : Lisa Simon Age : Twenty-six years old Height : One meter seventy Favorite color : Red Blood type: O positive Weight: Fifty kilos. There's even her waist and the size of her measurements. I know absolutely everything about her. I wrinkle my nose, she is way too skinny. I close the file in front of me with a sadistic smile. She may not know it yet, but she belongs to me. Eric looks at me with a strange expression.

Zara Thompson locked her bedroom door, heart hammering against her ribs. Her parents were asleep downstairs. Noah’s snores drifted from his room. She was 18. Senior year. And she was done being the perfect, boring daughter they expected her to be. She slipped on a tight black crop top that showed her flat stomach and a short denim skirt that barely covered her ass. A little makeup, hair down, heels she hid in her closet. She looked hot and sexy. Nothing like the quiet girl Brooke and her crew bullied every day.

“I think you’re beautiful, but there’s no mate bond.” “Zara.” She sits back, looking dejected. She picks up the olive jar, pressing it to her cheek, letting it cool her down. “Huh?” “You asked my name.” She closes her eyes, trying to block out the world. “I’m Zara Zhade Wilson.” “Well, happy birthday, Zara Zhade Wilson.” I frown at her sympathetically. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.” Zara puts down the olives and holds her head in her hands. “I’ve never had sex. My boyfriend and I were waiting until I turned eighteen. W-we were supposed to be destined mates.”