Zeynep Story Novels & Stories

"Zeynap called the other day, saying that she is dying of boredom. So, we can put her out of misery by letting her look after Seb. Don't think about the f*e. Your friend can afford her. And Nihan needs pocket money. So she can babysit your son when Zeynep isn't available." In other words, I heard you speaking about your busy life and I want to help you. He cares for me, for the people I love, and for my friends, and I don't know how I can ever pay him back for that. Happy tears threatened to spill. But I kept it under control. "I don't know...I have to .... umm... think about it. Thank you for offering." Shalini looked at me, silently pleading with me to intervene. "Zeynep is an amazing pers

That look landed harder than any insult. My mother inhaled sharply. “Do you hear yourself, Pelin.” “I saw them,” I said. My voice shook now. “I saw him with her.” and pointed at Zeynep. Zeynep stepped forward at once. She placed a hand over her chest with her eyes glossy. “I swear on my life, on my family honor, nothing happened.” She turned to my parents. “Why would I do that to her,” she asked softly. “She is like a sister to me.”

Zaif and Zera Zayed sat next to her on the bed and wrapped his arms around her shoulder looking down at his son Soon the triplets joined them "Momma? Can I read stories to the baby, momma?" Zada asked "No. We will go to the zoo with me and feed the animals" Zian argued "I am the great wall of ZAZ. I will decide what the baby does" Zahir said, puffing out his chest showing his dominance.

"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.

My painful scream filling the dawn. ‘I came out of my room because of the noise, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. When I turned the corner I stumbled on something. Looking down I saw Aria, my nanny. Why she slept here on the floor? Her eyes were open. My hands slipped off her neck when I touched her. There was blood. Like on the bird I saw last week. She was dead. But why? I love nanny? Why would she die? I ran crying to find mommy. When I reached the stairs I saw strangers, down, in the hallway, they were fighting with daddy and our guards. There was even more blood and daddy was hurt. Our butler’s chest was naked, and there was a hole instead of a heart. And mom’s maid was naked and gagging

She smiled warmly and nodded. " Yes, but CC was there too," she answered. I could tell she cared about Zeyneb a lot. " Zeyneb is a special girl," " That she is," " Do you like her, Mr. Vanders?" she eyed me intently. " I like her and would like to get to know her better," I confessed. It felt good to speak out loud. Gina told me about Zeyneb as a child. She grew up a confident girl.

Sometimes Zayn thinks Nadhea is a female character in comics and fiction. Women are fragile, smelly and easily destroyed. Nadhea tilted her face and said, " Zayn, how did I meet Adam? If you can call in front of me."The face is removed. Zayn let out a loud growl when the reflection of Nadhea's human face destroyed his desire to taste it. At least Nadhea let him in without fear of someone else hurting him at the same time.

Enni's POV My heart pounded like a drum as I picked up the call from the mysterious lady, Zea. Her voice was hushed as if she held a secret of utmost importance. She wasted no time, urging me to meet her at a specified location within a mere two hours. The question echoed in my mind: What could this meeting possibly entail? Would it be a perilous adventure or an exhilarating experience? I tried to rein in my imagination, but my thoughts spiralled out of control, refusing to be tamed.

"Come let me give you the story of my family and how we grew up." Zayn randomly said to Nana from his position on the bed while she's sitting on the couch trying to type something in his Mac about the new recipe they were asked to bring with tomorrow as deadline since they'll be graduating the next day. She's been going up and down with Maaysa and Rukayyah and they didn't let her do her own homework. She's also not serious!

She had driven back home, blissfully unaware of the horror averted and the new horror that had replaced it. Zayn was left alone, screaming in agony. Then, another woman appeared—a gorgeous sexpot that Zayn recognized almost immediately. His eyes widened in hope. “N-Neve? Neve! Call an ambulance, please! Help!” Zayn thought Neve was the same young woman who used to gush at his every beck and call. What he had forgotten, however, was that this was the Neve Odell who had gone through the horror of watching her father die before her eyes.