Ziva Paperwhite Novels & Stories

Fortunately, she didn't bump into neither of the men as she quickly hopped into her car and drove off. BYTEHIVE INC When Zara arrived at Zavier's office, she was told he had stepped out briefly. Zara decided to use the opportunity to snoop around since it was her first time at his office. She ran her hands through the several trophies that lined his desk, “What a showoff.” She mumbled. Then she swiped a finger through his tablet, unintentionally triggering a holograph of a project he was likely working on. “Wow, this is so cool.”

The monitor screen switched to an old photo of Sofia White holding a small vial containing a clear blue liquid the true core of Project Chimera. END OF CHAPTER 97..

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.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

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

Evelyn said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "You look tired. Dealing with a malfunctioning weapon can be exhausting, can't it?" ​"What do you want?" I demanded, staying standing. ​"We want the estate restored," Sofia interjected, her eyes hard. "And we want the files you leaked destroyed. In return, we’ll give you the missing pieces of your own history. Do you think you’re an orphan of the manor? Do you think your childhood was a random occurrence?" ​Leo slid a small, physical flash drive across the table. "You have gaps in your memory, don't you, Clara? Strange dreams? Lost years?

Crystal pulls me through the crowd until we reach an enormous bar at the back of the room. “What do you drink?” she asks. “Water.” She stares at me. “I’m serious.” “You’re eighteen.” “I know.” “You’re at a fae party.” “I’m also apparently a magical fire hazard.” Crystal considers that. “Fair point.” I laugh as she orders two drinks anyway. The bartender slides a pale purple liquid toward me. I eye it suspiciously. “What is it?” “Moonberry wine.” “That sounds fake.” “We’re surrounded by supernaturals, Aria.”

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.

Yildiz gently asks. I nod and open the folder in front of me handing a stapled pack to Nuray and another stapled pack to Yildiz, though I’ve had Yildiz’s copy made in brail. They each go over their respective papers while Marcus watches in surprise and curiosity; both burning bright through our bond. “You’re blind!” Marcus exclaims in shock while looking at Yildiz. I resist the urge to facepalm while Vitali throws his head back laughing. “You owe me fifty bucks,” I tell Zara.