Zendaya Chara Novels & Stories

Did she even know the truth about his lecherous activities? ’You didn’t seem to mind those activities when he pinned you on that balcony, did you?’ A mocking voice rang out in her head. Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself together. “I’m Anateya. I’m a huge fan of yours.” ”Charmed to meet you.” Chyella nodded, smoothing a hand over her shiny black hair. Giving Anateya a once over, she frowned. “Are you one of Romero’s girls? I swear- I don’t know when my brother will learn not to crap where he eats.”

I ask. “Sounds like a great idea,” Xander says, and the rest agrees. Mom and Bryan are over the top by the little girl. And even happier, she doesn’t seem to have the blessed gene from Laura’s bloodline. They both ask for me to take a few pictures before they leave. - ZARA

Who are you? "I'm Zendaya Liu, a jewelry designer. Baby, you can contact me if you're interested in jewelry as I can tell the fakes from the genuine pieces. Many scammers sell jewelry that looks exactly the same as the real product here, so foreigners who aren't experienced will get scammed easily." Zendaya said with a smile. "Walter found that her name somewhat familiar, but he was disgusted by her behavior and the way she mocked Novalee." "He didn't like Novalee, but she was still Mango's subordinate after all. Furthermore, he was the one who brought her out, so he didn't want others to slander her."

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

It didn't matter at all. So today was the D-Day. The enlightenment spree was finally taking place and Yara had mentally being going through her speech in her head while the made their way to St. Paul's memorial hospital. Zaria sat across from her, for some weird reasons she had been trending almost on every blog and website as an upcoming star after the downfall of the teenage Queen model and actress.

“Qualities like kindness, compassion, love and goodness of heart. No wonder some women were chosen to be Luna and not others.” She sprang to her feet. Her eyes were changing color. “And who the hell do you think you are to meddle in our affairs?” I let Uru come to the surface and she could see the change in my eye color as well. I can tell she was scared as she didn’t think I would fight her, being an outsider. But at the moment, I was ready to defend my friend, not minding any consequences. “Oh I’m sure you know who I am,” I said, standing up. This brought Calista out of her reverie. She stood up and was now in the middle though there was still a table separating us all.

Didn’t I just tell him I don’t want her? Harley has nothing on Daya. Dayanara Lachland, is a prominent socialite who I have known since grade school. She was my first crush, the subject of my first wet dream and my first girlfriend. She became a model right out of high school, then crossed over into acting only a couple years later.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

“You need to run, Luna. You need to hold on to him and run.” I heard her say as she encouraged her. Marissa, Tatiana, pushed her toward the window. I watched, paralyzed, as Evelyn leapt through it with Damon in her arms. Then the fire surged. I saw my Tatiana’s hands pressed against the glass, skin blistering, eyes locked on mine. And then… The floor gave way. Her body vanished into the flame. And all I had left was the sound of my men shouting, and the last memory of her eyes, filled not with fear, but with peace.

Just two inches taller than Fiona's 5' 6", she was wearing her long straight black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He shook her hand as she flashed a brilliant smile at him. There was a definite twinkle in her dark eyes. Fiona moved to the next lady to continue the introductions. Charlize was the shortest of the group at maybe 5' 2", but she also looked to be the strongest as well. She had full sleeve tattoos on her muscular arms and her short sleeve top showed them off quite well. She wore her jet black hair cropped close on the sides and just slightly long from her bangs, over the tip of her head to her shoulders. The tips of the longer hair was dyed violet. Fiona said she was a friend fr