Zola's Nana Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was also filled with the aroma of fragrant herbs and flowers which is Nana's favorite. Nana's bed is full of branches at the bottom that will be used to burn her body as she wished before she died. Her entire body was covered with a black cloth with written words that she could not understand. Everyone's yowl and cries became louder as Nana's body began to be burned at the same time as the drum beat loudly.

Aron thanked her and inquired about Zea's whereabouts. "Zea left earlier today after receiving an urgent phone call," Jen informed him. "She didn't say goodbye or provide any details about where she was headed." Concern washed over Aron, but he decided to wait until morning to reach out to Zea's friends and family for assistance. In the meantime, he searched for any clues within their home, hoping to piece together her location. It was then that he noticed Zea's laptop still on the table, an open document titled "The Experiment" catching his eye.

***LONDON'S POV*** I do the naked shame up to Zane's room, my buttocks is on fire. I feel so weak and I cry all the way to his room. Zane is a beast, I have seen what he can do with his hands, and now, he used a spatula on me. I feel my cheeks moistened with more tears, I know I shouldn't cry again, I should obey Zane's orders but he is just so hard to resist that it hurts.

Yuck even I feel creepy whenever I think about it. My nana, my beautiful nana. Her name is Jasmine but I call her Nana. She was 19 when she came to my parents' house. My mother always taunted her unnecessarily because she was young, beautiful, and single. but Nana never left the GREY mansion because of me. She told me that she fell in love at first with me. My black orbs pulled her towards me. I smile at her words. I entered my castle. "GOLDEN SUNSHINE Castle"

There is a photo indicated in mama's email. Long straight hair, with her gray eyes. Her natural eyebrows are thick and her nose is pointy. Accompanied by her perfect lips that’s pinkish. Fuck! Is this one really a maid? That was my question when mama sent it. And since then, mama has always sent me pictures of Zella. Damn! I'm always excited whenever I received an email. And sometimes I get a bad trip when the email doesn't come from mama. She's fucking too attractive to be our nanny. Not to mention her perfect body figure.

ELLIOT'S POV Once more, I clicked on the folder where her pictures were cached on I*******m. I looked at each one, studying the expressions on her face, the background, and everything. Seldom had I seen a more beautiful woman than Zora. Her features were almost too perfect. It wasn't a wonder she was one of the top models in the world. There was a picture of her in a sundress, at the beach, with a straw hat on. The picture spoke to me. It was obviously taken with a phone camera.

Nana wiped a face towel over her face as she finished preparing the muffins and slid them into the oven. She stepped out of the small kitchen in the cottage she lived with one other human girl, and entered the courtyard. The cottage was of stone, and had flower vines creeping by the sides and disturbing the opening of windows. It was a cloudy afternoon, and the cold was unbearable. Nana never knew the importance of the sun until she got to this side of the world where the sun would hide under a few clouds and the god of cold would breathe over the the land.

Serenity smiled and said, “Okay. I’ll go back with Sonny tomorrow night. Nana might not return with me though.” Zachary talked about his nana, “She’s already so old, yet she’s still traveling all around. She won’t listen at all. If she were younger by ten or more years, she would probably make a hole in the sky.” “Nana said she had raised too many pigs back home. She had to look for suitable girls for those pigs.” Zachary was speechless. He was one of the pigs his nana mentioned. The old lady had also found the woman who was by his side now.

Is it crazy that I feel disappointed that is not them? I know that Nana wouldn’t let just anyone in her house, this person needs to be close to her, or be someone she trusts, Nana is a spiritual wolf, she can sense people’s true intentions before they are even in front of her. She is that special, and because of that she lives away from everyone. Nana is a witch, she confessed it to me not long after I arrived and everyday I learn something new about her.

Her voice sounded sad, and Zeenah wanted to ask but felt as though she would be prying on her too much. "Here," Zeenah dropped a jug of chilled hibiscus drink on the table in front of Nana. Nana sighed deeply, as she took a sip of the drink. Her face was grim, devoid of any emotion, and Zeenah knew that something was terribly wrong. Nana has always been the jovial type, with a smiling face on most occasions. "Are you okay?" Zeenah asked, placing her hand on Nana's shoulder.