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.

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.

she said softly. She continued to see blackness for a few moments, and then it slowly turned into a light brown. The brown turn brighter, transforming into yellow light. A face of a young, white male was in front of her. He had pale-blue eyes. They looked hurt – and angry. It was him. A younger version of Alec Peterson. Hands. A white hand and . . . her hand were clasped together, but something was between them. It was thick . . . bulky. “I will always care for you,” she whispered to him. He released her hand. It was a square, white jewelry box. Layla gasped as her shoulders trembled. She felt like she was going to cry – or perhaps she was crying already. She felt a tear fall down her cheek

Returning the book to its place, she opened the drawer underneath and found a box branded sun glasses alongside a group of colored stones, which piqued her interest. "That guy is unpredictable," she mused, "At least he's not hiding pornographic magazines." Her hand brushed against a piece of paper, and she pulled it out, inspecting it closely. To her surprise, it was a photograph of Zavian beside a little girl no older than eight years old. "Who are you?" Emmeline whispered, her brow furrowing in curiosity. Flipping the photo over, she found a penciled note on the back: "Blackthorn Zavian, Blackthorn Rosa, 2016."

"I might not be back tonight. But tomorrow morning, I'll bring you your favorite pastries, okay?" Just like that, he was gone. His tablet was still on the couch in the living room. Isabella picked it up, noticing that his WhatsApp was still logged in. Two minutes ago, a woman under the name "Little Tease" had sent him a picture. The woman was dressed in a bunny girl outfit—black fishnet stockings and bright red high heels. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and she was licking her fingers seductively. Samuel: Want more?

Lyra knelt and reached for one of the scrolls, her fingers brushing against the brittle parchment. Suddenly, she felt it—a faint pulse, a whisper of something just beyond her reach. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her heart quickened, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over her. Slowly, she unrolled the scroll, revealing the faded words etched onto the page. The language was ancient, but Lyra had long since mastered the art of deciphering forgotten tongues. She began to read, her eyes scanning the text with growing curiosity. But as she read, the words seemed to blur before her eyes, and a new sensation washed over her. It was as though she were being pulled into the memory its