Zola Novels & Stories

Bile rose in Maria's throat at the mention of his name. "Oh, oh. Okay, got it." Let's get this over with — that was the only mantra that rang in her head. They were met by the friendly reception of Theo and a couple of other house workers. This time, the blue in the sky had a silver lining to it, giving Maria hope of things going better than the last time. She stood before the towering buildings and the endless lush of greens that the Jones inhabited — she wasn't less awed, it was far from it. Her agape mouth was only shut close when she felt Jackson's hands slip into hers, pulling her towards the entrance — another show of faux intimacy, anything, just anything that made them believe their

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.

Lillian then left the Mackenzie house without a backwards glance at the dead bodies of her friends. As soon as she had reached the street, Lillian turned to face the two storey building. She took out a small phial of powder from her pocket and raised it to her lips “ignis”, she uttered under her breath. The powder glowed red and she threw the phial at the house. As soon as it broke, the powder ignited the wood. Lillian watched the flames slowly begin to engulf the McKenzie home, effectively coving up Jonathan and Margaret ’s deaths.

“I'm not belittling you, young man. I just can't think of any reason why I should be afraid of you. You look like a nice young man and harmless,” His eyes widened as he heard what I said. I took a deep breath and introduced myself. “By the way, my name is Dane Steele, and I am the Alpha King of Lotus Pack. You are here in our territory, Greenwoods Village,” I said, offering my palm for a handshake. The young man looked at me suspiciously, as if he doubted my words. Even though his body is numb with pain, he avoids my hand offer. “D-Don't come near me!”

However, the cold honesty in Zean's eyes made the entire argument in her head collapse instantly. "And there is one more thing you need to know," Zean continued, his voice suddenly turning hoarse, laden with a thick biological passion that suddenly exploded upon seeing Helga's pouting lips. "For over a dozen years I have lived in Neophile City, I have always been able to control my senses and biological needs perfectly. Yet strangely, that defense completely shattered ever since there was you in front of me. I am only driven when with you, Helga. My desire explodes, even now, at this very second."

Zack replied, "Okay, let me check it" 'Tara says, "and let me check, where is the key or tell me the code number" 'Tara says, and Zack told her the code and she immediately dropped out of the bed and she walked to the closet where she opened the vault and she checks all the documents and found only two different land document, one acre of land In takoua bey Island and ten acres of land in elsewhere, she was perplexed, she couldn't lay hands on houses document, and she took the land papers and kept it inside the closet, she returned to the bed and found out that Zack has slept and she laid down beside Zack pretending to be fast asleep. and Zack woke up, he was still drowsy and still weak, "wh

My gaze flicked to every corner, every balcony, every servant who passed. Julise nudged me again. "See that man trying too hard to look bored? Kier Malen. Underground seat. Goblin blood. Knows everything. Probably has ears in your pillowcase." "Good to know," I said. Julise grinned. "We’re almost done. Just don’t look at Zarah too long. She can smell rebellion." Zarah Venmoor. The new healer rep. Part wolf, part something else. She had kind eyes, but the way she stood—too still, too calm—made me uneasy.

🎀 CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE🎀 Zayla sighed, rubbing her temples, and picked up a boot that had been lying in the corner. “Alright,” she muttered to herself, slipping it on. “Let’s do this… somehow.” She stepped cautiously into the enclosure, her eyes scanning every inch. The cows looked at her lazily, chewing cud as if mocking her, while the ground… well, the ground was another story. Her stomach twisted at the sight, the enormous piles of dung sprawled across the dirt like some grotesque sculpture. She froze, stepping back instinctively.

Cristiano had been doing his own research behind Zoe’s back, and he encountered a specific name that popped up multiple times - Magdalena Moonshadow. Magdalena Moonshadow, a mystical and revered figure, was rumored to possess ancient wisdom and unparalleled knowledge of the supernatural realms. She was said to have lived in seclusion, deep within the heart of the enchanted forest, where she communed with nature and delved into the secrets that transcended ordinary understanding. Whispers spoke of her powers to communicate with spirits, decipher cryptic prophecies, and provide guidance to those who sought her wisdom. Her age was unknown, for time seemed to bend around her, leaving her eternal

“I know you are hurt but it is not in our tradition to weep for the dead. It calls for a celebration instead because your Aunt Rhea gets to meet mother gaia.” Violet held Rhea's hands and flinched at how cold they were. In the past, there were so warm.. “I'm sorry, aunt Rhea.” Violet whispered. “I heard from the warriors that a man with blonde hair and green eyes killed the queen.” Violet felt chills erupt on her skin. “He is popularly known as Poison.” Violet looked at the distaste in Lilly's eyes and shuddered. “Mother—” “—Did you call the queen's killer your friend?”