Ziva Paperwhite Novels & Stories

Vivica walked into the lecture room and sat beside her best friend, Ziva James, but she just ignored her. Ziva hugged her arm and said, “Good morning, Viv. I have been trying to call you, but your phone was switched off. How are you, my friend?” Vivica’s body went rigid under Ziva’s touch. The warmth of the lecture room felt suffocating as she stared straight ahead at the blank whiteboard. With a slow, deliberate movement, Vivica reached down and removed Ziva’s arm. Then she opened her backpack, took out her books, placed them on the desk, and started reading.

The two were locked for some moments. “I am Zuba”, she said softly. “I am the princess of the kingdom of Borney of the vampire”. “But I am werewolf”, said Jason “Yea, its fine” “Sure?” “Yea, we’re in this together, to turn our hates into love, but they won’t allow us”. She said. “Can we do this?” “Why not”, said Jason hesitantly. “Off course we can, let’s get on it” But before they could figure out on the next step, some passers-by that saw them screamed. They began to shout.

Kreena started as she saw how Ziva seems uneasy "Martha, make a list of Ziva's liking and make sure that should be present on the table from this afternoon" Amy ordered Martha who nods while Ziva looks at her dumbfounded as in her life no one bothered to ask about her liking "So Ziva what are your hobbies also which course did you pursue" Angelin questions in order to start a conversation Ziva composes herself as she was stupefied with the way they were trying to make her comfortable, "amm...I have studied literature and am interested in writing" Ziva replied Angelin putting a strand of her hand behind as she was nervous and have never opened up to people

Frizzed curls caught in the sunlight like static fire, and when she pushed her hair behind one ear with those careful, too-quiet fingers— Something twisted in Zara’s chest. Not a crush. Obviously. Just. Curiosity. Or whatever. “Yo,” Whitney said, tracking Zara’s stare. She let out a sharp little snort. “What, you moving to Vargo with Bai the Bookworm? Didn’t know you were into girls who wear orthopedic shoes and anxiety.” The volleyball hit the court with a sharp, echoing thud. Zara’s jaw tensed. The gym didn’t go silent—but it felt like it had. She stepped forward, slow and deliberate, voice low and slicing. “What the fuck did you just say?”

‘Vivian, is this true? Inside her head she saw Vivian clearly now, her knees curled into her chest as she kept her arms tight around them. Silver was sniffing at Vivian’s bright red hair. ‘Viv, are you alright?’ Vivian looked up then, feeling as if Jordyn’s violet eyes had met her black ones. Vivian looked nearly identical to Jordyn except the bright red hair and black eyes. Her skin was a little bit paler and her barely there clothing seemed to be made of autumn leaves with a mix of brown, red, and orange coloring. She still had a red hazy aura surrounding her. As Vivian’s head snapped to the side to look at Silver, Silver jumped back, which Silver was never afraid of anything.

Being outside was in their nature even if they weren't able to shift because they were low ranking. The sight of the large black box with white ribbon made Chloe's blood run cold. She didn't need to approach it and read the small card with it to know who it was from and yet she forced her feet to move towards her bed, bringing her closer and closer to the box. Her heart fluttered in her chest like moths trapped in a jar, a cold sweat seeming to replace the hot sticky one from exercise. Nestled under the white ribbon was a simple white card, her name neatly printed on the front. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, Chloe picked up the card with trembling fingers, unfolding the smooth ma

"Car's outside." We filed out together. Ziva climbed into the back seat. Her iPad glowed in her hands. Her blanket was tucked beside her. I reached for the passenger door. Jace stopped me. "I forgot something." His face was smooth. "Important documents. They're on my laptop. Can you grab them?" I sighed. Rolled my eyes. "Ziva, Mommy will be right back. Okay?" "Okay, Mommy." She didn't look up from her game. I turned. Walked back inside.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

Each vision was accompanied by a wave of emotional intensity as if the memories were trying to communicate something important. In one particularly haunting vision, Lyra saw a young woman standing on the edge of a cliff, her silhouette framed against the twilight sky. The woman looked exactly like Lyra, with the same features and expression. The wind whipped around her, and she was whispering Elias’s name, her voice filled with a mix of sorrow and longing.

᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽ He had seen her again, had met those violet eyes he had seen lifeless, had seen that white hair without being stained with a viscous, icy crimson. He just saw her, being a child and simply... living.