Zaria Simone Age Novels & Stories

He is the one who inherited that talent of their father completely. She and Zahir could draw to an extent, but Zi excels in it. "Hello little sister," came the voice from the other side of the phone and she rolled her eyes "I am only ten minutes younger than you. That doesn't make me little, Zahir" Zada said dryly. "I am Zian," came the prompt reply from the other side. "And I am Angelina Jolie" Zada retorted sarcastically "God!! There is a limit to dreaming baby. Angelina Jolie is a tall order" the sibling banter went on

I aimed to reach Simeon's place, take Sasha, and ensure she got to school. Venita!" Simeon exclaimed, brimming with excitement as she spotted me. "I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday," she said, her sea-blue eyes focused on me. Her long, raven-dark hair, getting all the way down to her waist, bounced as she enthusiastically greeted me. Simeon had a slender figure with graceful curves, and she radiated beauty. Her smile was infectious, showcasing immaculate teeth. If she ever considers modeling, she will be in the tier of supermodels in no time.

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…..

James answered. “She was not a stripper! A belly dancer!” Aries shot a piercing glare at James, causing the latter to furrow his brow. “Same thing, bro!” He chuckled. “Oh! I thought she was that Cara.” Laughing, Simon shifted his attention to his phone. “You thought right.” Aries let out a sigh, causing Simon to swiftly turn in his seat. “She was that Cara!” James’s gaze flickered back and forth as Aries and Simon exchanged meaningful looks. “She was Cara Silencio!”

’ Zayn had heard of Simon’s name before, who’s a highly respected person who has designed many wealthy people’s houses for them and is also highly sought after. “You really do know your stuff despite your young age, Mr. Larson. If I’m not mistaken, you’re born in the year 1992, so that would make you 28 this year, correct?” asked Seth before he continued to exclaim, “Although you’re only 28, you’ve already achieved this level of success and are so knowledgeable. Not only have you been able to consistently build up your company to greater heights, you’re even knowledgeable in architecture. It actually wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that you’re the most talented man I’ve ever met, Mr. Lars

Then she hugged Zara herself, smiling and nodding at Edward behind Simone. Simone had just finished a half-month shoot in Sri Lanka for her travel show and had a week off, so she had come to New York to watch Asher's game. Edward had accompanied Simone. As for Zara. Today the Suns were playing against the Rams, where Grant Holland played, and since Zara and Grant were currently dating, of course she was here too. "What's in the flowers?" Zara's attention was first caught by the bouquet. She used her fingertips to part the wrapping, trying to see if there was something like a love note inside, or perhaps—

Simon said, as if at a loss for words. "Mr. Simon, what exactly is the main problem? Isn't it normal to have problems in a romantic relationship? Why do you seem to be in such a hurry?" asked Zayden. Simon sighed over there. "I will tell you the truth. Olivia is not my biological granddaughter; she is the daughter of Lukas Abner and his wife, Cecilia Abner." "I already know," Zayden replied, making Simon stay there. "I prefer direct communication, Mr. Simon. So get to the point: What do you want from me?" Zayden, who disliked ambiguity, inquired.

And then her thoughts returned — unbidden — to the fragments of information she’d pieced together over the last few weeks. Zainab. Six years old. Taken to the Kareem Foundation in 1999. If that timeline was right… Zara did the math slowly, deliberately, as if counting the years might make it easier to accept. Zainab would be about thirty-one now. Thirty-one. An age where she could be anywhere. A woman with a new name, a new life. Or… Zara’s throat tightened. Or she could be gone. The uncertainty gnawed at her like a living thing.

Her long hair was also sticky and oily, almost matted. ''This is my daughter Zia, she is seventeen years old this year,'' said Mischa, introducing her daughter, ''Zia, this is Anindira. Halvir left her with us for a while... can she live with you?'' asked Mischa to Zia very gently.

"She's not going anywhere." Liam laughed then, a kind of bitter, sneering laugh, with no mirth leading into it. "You mean you really buy that? Kai, face it. you're old enough to have been her uncle. Zara is young and is full of life. Now, she's not going to settle down with some ancient guy like you. Not when she could have somebody of her own age who knows her and understands her, like me."