Ziva Paperwhite Novels & Stories

SEVERAL MINUTES LATER, we found ourselves spying in the new storage facility where we learned that Violet would be meeting someone under the codename, White. Zia found the information via hacking, again, yet she still couldn't bypass the thick walls securing the most confidential files of their criminal organization. The click of the doorknob opening echoed throughout the silence, followed by footsteps. A few minutes passed and another set of footsteps came. “Saluda al Diablo.” The unmerciful voice of Dianne Zulueta filled the room, followed by the locking of the door. Zia and Tere held each other’s hands to ease the tension within their hearts. I, on the other hand, raised alertness.

Zezi bit the inside of her cheek, as much as she was sure she hadn't given herself away, it seemed Laura was pretty confident about the whole paper situation. How could she even see what was written on it? Wasn't it supposed to be visible to only her, Akeem or probably members of the White Circle. Gwen had lied then. Ah. Gwen was really good. If she survived tonight, she would ensure to get rid of her. Would it be sad? Most definitely. Would it be necessary? Absolutely. "I think she means specifically." Delice's voice was quiet and Zezi couldn't help but give her a quick glance. She was a vampire so had certainly seen the paper Laura had given to her. Her face was too passive though, calm as

Confusion riddled my features, "My wings aren't white or fully gold to rule." "You were born to rule," Zora squared her shoulders and lifted her chin in the air, "that's why you were willing to give up everything for your people. Keep your wings hidden. No one's seen what they look like. When the time comes for you to take your place, all they will see is a set of white wings that emerged from your mating bond." "You can't be honestly suggesting what I think you are," I stared at her flabbergasted. "I am," holding her hands out—palms facing up, a blinding white light flashed into existence before vanishing just as quickly. In its place, lying on her palms, sat the second half of the book. Zo

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Elise asked with trepidation. “I’m not sure, really,” Elizabeth said. “He’s handsome and very attentive, but there are times when he has such a faraway and dark look on his face. I have heard whispers of things that went on while he was out west that concern me.” “Whispers about what things?” Elise asked with genuine curiosity. “There is a rumor that he fell in love with a whore called the Paper Widow, but because she was a whore he wouldn’t have her. What do you think they mean by calling her the Paper Widow? It seems an odd name,” Elizabeth said.

She reappeared about an hour later and paused outside the orphanage door. “Show me your wares lady,” Hester said kindly. Alexa held up the pear again. “This is the best lady. You will not be disappointed.” Hester reached and took the fruit. She inspected it. Almost immediately she felt the cut in the fruit and frowned. Hester applied pressure and part of the fruit slid away. Hester glimpsed a piece of paper in the hollow where the seed usually was. She looked from the fruit to the girl who waited with head bowed. She slid the fruit together again.

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

He reached out and placed his hand over mine, his grip firm and reassuring. ​"Then we burn it," Zayne replied without a single second of hesitation. "Every single page. We purge the house of their ghosts right here and now." ​Working together with deliberate, unhurried movements, we gathered every document, folder, and journal from the metal dossier box.

The kind of choice that ruins lives beautifully. My eyes move again, landing on Lucien Blackwell. The vampire heir stands beside the crescent fang symbol in complete stillness. His inky black hair falling slightly over his amber eyes, his features sharp and unreadable. Everything about him feels controlled, deadly. Even from across the room, he unsettles me. Like standing too close to the edge of something deep enough to swallow you whole.

I thought I will see Dwyane once we entered the room, but I was wrong. The only thing inside this room is a table full of papers on it, air conditioner, water dispenser, and some shelves. I though this is the room where they leave Dwyane but there is something that caught my attention. There is a white door on the left side of the room. PO2 Lopez walks to it and then knocks. Another police man opened the door from the inside. Wow. Amazing. There is another room in this room.