Novel & Cerita Zhan Zhao

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Zoe J.? As Chloe Bishop scanned the names on the documents, her brow furrowed into a tight knot. She looked at Zhang Xinli with suppressed fury, thinking: Manager Zhang, are you intentionally trying to make my life miserable? Zhang Xinli handed a copy of the materials to the secretary, who projected them onto the screen. The room’s attention fell first on the profile of Jin Chen. Standing at the front, Zhang Xinli began his analysis for the board.

It should be, he just mentioned that he registered his son's name as Zhao Shaotian after him! “This-this friend of yours, is he male?” he asked just to make sure. But Yuan Rui shook his head, “No female, her name is Zhi Rou. She’s a kindergarten teacher and is acquainted with Dr Kim through his grandchild that attends at the daycare centre where she teaches.” THIS!?!?!!

Liu, who was accompanied by a pretty male omega perched on Mr Liu's arm. The lights dimmed suddenly, and an announcer's voice echoed through the hall, "Welcome to Mrs. Zhao Binging's 40th birthday bash, introducing you to the Zhao males, Mr. Zhao Kang and Mr. Zhao Kai." The band struck up a more dramatic tune as Mr. Zhao and Zhao Kai descended the curved staircase. Zhao Kai was the epitome of elegance in his Armani black suit, paired with a bold red tie and polished black Clark shoes. His hair slicked back exposing his forehead and bringing attention to his strong jawline and brow bone which gave him a sharp and regal look. He was the embodiment of the Zhao family's prestige.

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It holds the names of the women whos lives I'm going to destroy and Alpha or not I'm fucking terrified. I pick it up and twirl it around in my hand. How can a single sheet of paper feel so heavy? How can a single piece of paper hold such little information and yet hold the power to destroy lives, five of them to be exact. I take a deep breath as my heart pounds inside my chest before finally opening it up and taking in the names as I feel sweat coat my brow. Ava Sinclaire Opal Thomas Holly Smith Jenny Harlow Victoria Jackson

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

There was just her, the heavy weight of her scripts, and the low, lonely hum of the climate control. ​One evening, her thumb habitually scrolled through her industry feed until a headline made the air catch in her throat: ​ZHAO GROUP EXPANDS TO SINGAPORE: CEO ZEKE ZHAO SPOTTED AT LUXURY GALA WITH HEIRESS VIVIANNE CHUA.

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

Chika however never appreciated anything because it was sadly never enough. Chika “ my grandmother could buy this expensive a** s*** and claims she could only afford eighty dollars for my birthday!” “ I never even got a graduation gift!” Chika is thirty-one years old, but still expects everyone around her to foot the bill for her lifestyle. She smokes pot and that’s all she spends her money on. She could not keep a job to save her life because according to her everyone was jealous or out to get her. Granted she was the one always late for work when she saw it beneficial to actually go.