Zola Novels & Stories

Gesa was a small city in Hanorak bordered by green vegetation, the people were mainly farmers, fishermen and traders, Infact it had the largest market west of Hanorak with stalls bursting to fullness with more wares than a mind could fathom there were cabbages and melons the size of a bull's head and grapes so sweet and juicy they stained the fingers a shocking purple for days after wards, there was a cobbler and a tanner and a cart full to spilling with buttered scones, the jeweller stood by his curtained tent enticing ladies to sample his wares and exclaiming how it brought out the light in their eyes or the milkiness of their skin, somewhere ahead a juggler juggled his colourful balls and

I look pointedly at Johnathan. "I am sorry" he walks away with teary eyes and head held down. I understand him, he loved this girl like his own after he lost his wife and daughter. She doesn't deserve a father like him. "I wouldn't have done this to another girl. But the way you tried to sabotage Thea's life, I don't even feel sorry about this" with that Orphelia pours a chemical on to her head which makes the girl cry in pain. That liquid will make her bald. The hair on her head, eyebrows, lashes where ever it touches, it will kill the hair follicles making her look a little weird without eyebrows and eyelashes or hair on her head.

defending author, Zera

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Wushi. He would make women obsessed with him and buy them anything they wished for, but never would he give them love nor affection. He considered all women who approached him objects of desire that were bound by materialism. It was impossible and yet they would always try to melt a heart of stone. She recalled her former life when she killed for a living. 'Adolf's shadow' was the name she earned due to how inept and cruel she was to her targets.

Zola rushed over with some paper towels to clean up the mess on my feet. I had a moment of confusion like someone had ripped open an old scar in my heart that hadn't healed yet. Blood seemed to drip from somewhere deep inside me. I looked down at my feet, my brows knitted. What was happening to me? This was someone else's story. Why did it feel so personal? I shook my head, trying to regain my composure. "I am fine. What happened to them later?" Zola threw away the paper towel. After making sure I was okay, she sat back down and continued, "That became Andrea's biggest scar. She seemed like a completely different person after gi

The vines of the Forbidden Forest had woven themselves through the architecture, turning the grim towers into hanging gardens of emerald and gold. "I know what I'm doing, Zilo! The earth wants to grow!" Pella shouted back from the plaza below. She was fifteen now, tall and strong, her eyes glowing with a steady, peaceful green light. She led a group of younger children, their hands joined as they channeled the planet’s new pulse into the soil.

“We send a peony to Accra.” Helena looked at the peony through the window. “When it blooms in Accra it will have come from a peony that Zara planted before I was born. A peony that started in this garden before any of us arrived and traveled to Accra and bloomed in the ground where the harm happened and the argument was planted.” Sera looked at the peony. At the eighth bloom. At everything it was going to produce. “Yes,” she said. “That is exactly what it will have done.”

The cheap plastic cap popped off, sending a cascade of white pills scattering across the ground. "Oops," Zara said, her voice dripping in pure ice. Chloe screamed in horror, dropping to her knees on the steps, frantically trying to scrape the poison together. "What is wrong with you?! You crazy bitch, these are customized compounds!" "And this property is highly sanitized," Zara retorted instantly, stepping forward. With calculated, devastating precision, Zara brought the heel of her designer boot down directly onto a cluster of the white pills. She ground her heel into the marble, entirely pulverizing the medication into a fine, useless white powder.

The Vale still smoldered. Ash drifted through the dawn air like snow, and beneath it the earth pulsed faintly—slow, wounded, alive. Zara stood at the heart of it, barefoot in the soot, her palms pressed to the ground as if listening for a heartbeat too deep for mortal ears. When she breathed, the wind followed. When she blinked, the shadows folded closer.