Zaria Simone Age Novels & Stories

Turning to Julian, Simone confessed, “Julian, I have feelings for you?” Simone's statement, about her attractiveness, totally surprised Julian. Her beauty held Julian's gaze as he stood there. Simone, standing at about 5’8 with a slim figure in all the right places, had cinnamon brown hair and mocha-colored skin. Her lips were full and luscious, and she had a slightly pointed nose. However, what Julian adored most about Simone were her striking baby blue eyes. "Your beauty is captivating," Julian sighed, unable to look away.

Sometimes that took days or weeks to happen if my punishment is severe. “Gem, when will you leave the pack? We both know you are not safe there Little Wolf.” I look to Lizaria, her statement filled with sadness and her eyes shinning with unshed tears for me. At three thousand and some odd years old, Lizaria looks no older than thirty. Her lithe body filled with muscle meant for fighting and long hair that splayed out around her made many envious. If it weren’t for her long pointed ears, she could be a model in the human society.

But she has never revealed that to Simon. **** The present. Lisa was now 32, and had given up her whorish ways years ago. She no longer sucks off multiple guys each week. These days, wearing her tight yoga clothes to gain the attention of the neighborhood husbands is as risqué as she gets. Even this tame bit of naughtiness is not done in front of her husband. She does not feel that Simon would approve.

"Don Lanzi, rest assured. I'll convince her. I won't let anything jeopardize this marriage!" Refusing to accept it, Noemi suddenly broke free from the guards and lunged forward, clutching Simone's pant leg tightly. Tears blurred her vision as she rasped, "Simone, you love me! You protected me and did so much for me. How could you do this to me?" Simone looked down at her without any expression. "The woman I love is Tania, the kind soul who helped children in the slums five years ago. My kindness to you was nothing more than a case of mistaken identity. I mistook a devil for an angel."

I ask. “Tomorrow it’s been ten years.” Oh. Imogen. His lost bride. “You need to let her go. She’s dead.” “I know. She’s not the one I’m thinking about. Tomorrow is Simone’s twenty-first birthday.” “So?” “She’s the same age her mother was when I met her.” Oh, God. No. “Tell me Simone isn’t Imogen’s daughter. “She is.” “Baron…you can’t.” Baron spins around to look at me, his eyes piercing into my skull. “Why not? Why can’t I?”

the older lady muttered with irritation. That caught Aria's attention. "You know her?" Aria asked her. Mrs. Simmons face twisted Into a sneer. "She is the daughter of my family friend. I hate that girl to the core" Mrs. Simmons muttered with irritation. Aria has first-hand experience about how Natasha is. "Me too" the words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. Mrs. Simmons gave her a knowing smile. "No wonder your face paled as soon as you saw that girl" the older woman murmured.

"Plus, we get to suss them all out." Slinging an arm over my shoulder, the shameless girl turns me around to look at the rest of the group. She points to someone at the front of the throng, talking animatedly, right in front of the camera. Her dress is skin tight, and a metallic gold, that has my jaw dropping instantly. Not only does she have curves any of us would be jealous of, she manages to keep her sleek brown hair immaculate, and her makeup flawless. "Phoenix Diamond. Desire Pack. Extremely wealthy, with high ranked parents," Zariah whispers.

“So… I heard about you and Adrian Castellane.” The air in my lungs froze. “Of course you did.” Zaria nudged me with her shoulder, playful on the surface. “Don’t be so prickly. I’m just curious. Adrian? Really? He’s… what, eight years older?” “Ten,” I muttered before I could stop myself. Her brows shot up. Her smile was tight around the edges. “Wow. Didn’t know you were into older men.” “I’m not,” I snapped, then forced a laugh. “It’s… complicated.”

" Abram smiled at how she tell her story with depth and passion laced her every words. He still can't decide which is more beautiful. Her voice or her. Nika however frowning and still staring at Zara says. "Don't you think you're too young to be their mother, Zara. What are you, 18?" Mikael grinned while Adam and his sons just rolled their eyes. Zara turned towards Nika proudly and said. "26 actually and no. I don't think I'm that young to be the mother to my children as I can see you are young enough to be the mother of yours."

Zara had loved him blindly in front of the whole world and the humiliation she just faced was just as loud Zara Lane, a twenty-three year-old hot supermodel, and the tall, charismatic, and heartbreakingly handsome twenty- five year-old Jayden Beanet, the son of the chairman of Forbes Groups, a billion-dollar empire in the country. They were a perfect picture, a perfect love story. Rumor had it they met in high school and dated all through their college days a total of six years. Zara and Jayden had been together for only two years; their second-year anniversary was supposed to be next week, on Zara’s birthday. And all of this was coming to an end because of a door she never should have opene