Zola's Nana Novels & Stories

And even though she had been too young at the time to remember herself, I believed some stories would have been told to her over and over again. Meanwhile, Nana, the wise and spirited grandmother of the family, sat at the head of the table, her eyes sparkling with a lifetime of experiences as she looked over at her boys. She regaled me with tales from her own youth, sharing pearls of wisdom and life lessons that had guided her family for generations. I couldn’t help but feel a deep respect for Nana, recognizing the strength and love she had installed in Caleb and his brothers, even after their parents had died.

Zara’s POV After my bath, Nana slipped into the room with a tray of food. The aroma of her spicy Indian cooking filled the air, rich with chili, ginger, and garlic. My stomach growled before I even touched the plate. She smiled knowingly as I ate, watching me the way a mother watches a child she refuses to admit she spoils. Bite after bite, I devoured everything until I could take no more, slumping back against the pillows. “You should rest now,” she murmured, clearing the tray.

I felt something was amiss when I met the cold glare of my boss and Nana's nervous smiles Nana (Elsa Ace) is my friend while Zion Ace her grandson is my boss. You might be wondering how this happened. Well, this is it. Nana is an old woman I met a few years ago at a hospital. Our first encounter was not on good terms. She was rude to me and I kept my calm even though I was close to tears at the situation life threw at me at such a young age. We eventually became friends and along the line, she found out about my situation and helped me pay for my mom's surgery and hospital bills.

“Do you have any other children? I see you’re pregnant.” Nana looked down at her stomach, her hand resting protectively over the swell. “No. This is my first child,” she said quietly. “That pig was more interested in sodomizing me than... than anything else.” Ethan’s face twisted with disgust. “I should’ve killed him.” “No,” Nana said quickly, grabbing his hand. “No need to get your hands stained with his blood. He’ll die soon. I’ve been poisoning his tea for months. He’s got four months left at most. I wanted it to look natural, so no one would suspect me.”

I take a deep breath as the two look so sad but just nod and look at me. “You are so beautiful and an amazing person. You were raised to be this kind person and wonderful daughter as Anna. Whatever other people say either you are Anna or Zam you will always be that little baby girl I held into my arms long ago. Be careful and take care of yourself Zam.” my nana said as she holds my hands and looks at me as tears drop from her eyes.

Lila's POV Early the next morning, Cole and I rushed into his car, eager to face the day without pausing for breakfast. We were off to his aunt Nana's house in Nestle village, not too far from our home. "Cole, are you sure about your aunt Nana? Can she really help us? I need someone who can truly interpret our vision—I’m scared." "Me too," Cole admitted, "but I trust my aunt Nana. She's a sidekick, some may call her a witch because of her gift of interpretation."

sophia said and help her out of the bed. “Hmm good morning mom” she greeted and sophia nod Sophia walked her to the bathroom as she step into the bathing tube and sophia bath her. Soon she was looking stunning in her uniforms with her hair braided into two. Sohia walked her down stairs and prepare her meal for her. She pounce on it hungrily and sophia chuckled as she watch her rush the oat meal in her mouth. “Its so delicious mom my other nanny don't even know how to cook someone need to advised them to go cooking class before applying for such jobs again” she muttered an sophia burst into laughter.

Jana stood there, watching the car, as if silently bidding Naomi farewell, before turning and reentering the palace. Meanwhile, Sarah came out of her room holding the crying child in her arms. She smiled, and Jana approached her. She stood in front of Sarah, gently playing with the child until he calmed down. Jana said softly, “It’s as if he senses his mother’s illness and the separation to come.” Sarah replied, “Poor Lady Naomi… she travels in search of hope in life, fleeing from death.” Jana added, “Perhaps today is the last day we see her…” A tear slipped from her eye.

“Besides, I think I have a reason to still stay in Bernice.” My brows hiked up as a mischievous smile curled on my lips. “Don’t tell me you are dating someone?” She chuckled as she shook her head. “No. Not at the moment, but this girl I met on the train — her name is Zyra. Well, it’s not her real name, but she wants to be called that. I’m helping her. The teacher in me wants her to learn how to read and write.” From what I knew, Nana used to be a grade school teacher before retiring from teaching.

Lafeya repeated himself. “ Fine, but I'll tell you who I am of you tell me what I want to know” I eyed him suspiciously, hoping he will agree to strike a deal with me. He nodded his head in agreement. Taking another gulp of water, I began my story. “ My name is Zoa, Zoa McClure. My parents are Maria and Tommy McClure. I have four siblings, Jason and Jeremy are seven, and Jojo is two. Most people call him Noël with me as an exception. I wanted him to be named Joey but that's his middle name. I live in New York with my parents. I'm sixteen, I'll be turning seventeen next month. Although I'm in my final year in high school, I skipped a grade. Most of my peers are eighteen but I don't really car