Zaria Simone Age Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE MY BIRTHDAY. ZIMA’S POV Today is my twentieth birthday, but it is also the day my parents died. Call me mad, but I am the werewolf version of bad luck. I set aside the red dress I had pulled from my closet, hoping to wear it. “Zima, your dress is ready.” My elder sister, Aria, pushed the door open and tossed a black gown onto my bed. “Aria, I really wish I could celebrate my eighteenth birthday without having to wear black.”

Jeremy scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “I know. It was the worst, if you ask me” Zara replied honestly. “Can we start over?” Jeremy asked in a hopeful tone. She looked at him weirdly and replied, “You are making me cringe!” Jeremy ignored her weird face and asked something he wanted to ask from the day they met, “Have you found your mate yet?” “I am seventeen. I can’t recognize my mate until I am eighteen” Zara replied nonchalantly. “Ohh, when is your birthday?” Jeremy asked curiously.

She was out in the garden, enjoying her meal with the soft breeze and the sweet smell of pear blossoms all around. Shawn was across from her, all done with his food and working on his tablet. His fingers danced across the screen, flipping through his work. "I told you I could teach you, but no, you wanted to come to Parnova to learn. Not many kids your age are still in school, so of course, they think you're just a teen." Zara set the newspaper aside and said with a hint of annoyance, "Let's get this straight, I'm only 26 this year. What's this 'at my age' talk? Someone might think I'm 36 or 46 if they heard you. Stop trying to trick me."

"Okay, you just wait here, child. I just want to discuss something with my unromantic husband." Zaria looked at her aunt's back with a smile. Why her aunt was so jittery today? "Uh, hey." Startled, she turned around to see a boy of her age. He had brown hair and a pair of green and golden gradient eyes. "Hello," she politely said. "I'm Simeon. Nice to meet you, by the way." "Zaria." She nodded back. "You look very eye-catching, so I was thinking why not exchange our contact numbers. I can introduce you to my friend circle sometime." Simon scratched his neck, looking so casual.

Tiffany and Vince follow behind her. Proceeding straight into the interview, Sonia asks; “Can you please tell me your actual names?” Simone answers first; “Simone Marie Peterson, wife of Emmett Joshua Peterson.” “Emmett Joshua Peterson” Emmett answers. “And why do you both have a pseudonym?” Sonia asks, as both Emmett and Simone answer in turn. Simone explains, she couldn’t be Simone a 5-foot 5 red head and a 5-foot 12 blonde. What she did when she left school. What her father does for a living and how he designed the bodysuit for her to be tall enough to become a model. Her time and training into walking properly with the bodysuit. And how she would like to start a modelling agency to help

Aria is a 21-year-old woman who is struggling with who she really is. She’s 5’3”, 140lbs, has Hazel eyes with a sapphire ring around the outside, porcelain skin, mahogany red hair a round face with full lips, a perfectly proportioned nose that’s slightly turned down and a cleft chin. Her body is toned with an hourglass figure that is slightly larger in the bottom. She cares a great deal about her health without making it an obsession. She loves reading, writing, and being outdoors. She has no problem staying in and enjoying a home cooked meal by the fireplace. She hasn’t been very lucky in love and she suspects that it has to do with whatever her family seems to be hiding from her.

Three more weeks. 847,000 likes. I scroll before I can stop myself and find her daughter in one of the photos. Aria. Sixteen years old, from Vivienne’s first marriage, and somehow just as devastatingly pretty as her mother, same bone structure, same easy grace, like beauty was simply something that ran in their blood and couldn’t be diluted. She was smiling at the camera with her arm around Roman’s neck and he was smiling back and something about that picture specifically sat in my chest like a stone.

“You’re not the woman who begs. You’re the woman who moves things. So move her in.” “Renee?” I asked. “Yes,” she said. “Move her into your house.” I looked at her, unsure. “Are you serious?” “I’m always serious.” “But what if—” “No. No what ifs.” Simone stepped closer. “Zelda. I raised Renee to handle this world. She knows how to speak. How to sit. How to smile when angry. She knows how to cook, how to fire someone, and how to wear a dress that makes every man forget his name.”

She smiles, pleased when she confirms her words. “Thanks, Simone. You can let Miss Clarence come in now,” I inform her and she nods, “Right away sir”. I watch her leave my office while I run my wet tongue over my lower lip slowly. Simone was once one of my flings before she found her mate. She’s a mixed race of Black American and Latino. She was my third girlfriend and I was crazy over her that time. She’s got the sinful hourglass shape that drove every man crazy. Tall, slender, and damn beautiful with very deep dimples etched in her cheeks. It was hard to let her go when her mate showed up but I let it go…eventually. Then I stumbled upon my last.

Or she did probably be dead due to the embarrassment. Her wolf, Aria, would protest every time Serena made her give back control and changed back to her human form. Her bare feet padded across the soft fur carpet as she walked in to her bathroom. Looking back at her in the mirror was a familiar face with hazel eyes embedded in a fair skinned, raven haired young lady. One week from now and she will be counting 21 years of her life.