Zola's Nana Novels & Stories

Chapter 35: The Unraveling of Deceit The tension in the palace had reached a breaking point. For years, Lena had carefully woven a web of lies, manipulating those around her, pulling strings from the shadows to achieve her ultimate goal: to see her son Cael crowned as the King of Zorana, and to rid herself of all threats to her power. But now, with each passing day, that web had started to unravel.

Grandpa nods his head. “I do. I had heard rumors of a girl being treated as a slave, despite of her beauty and strong aura. So I went to check it out. I introduced myself as a rouge seeking a new home. I recognized the Luna, but she didn’t remember me. It took me a year to gain so much trust they would let me inside the house. When I was invited in, I ensured the girls' guard was lying unconscious. So when he didn’t show, I offered to play guard, and they accepted. That is when I saw her the first time and for sure found out it was Zara. I had already had a plan to escape, so I quickly put that plan to work.

The cold air hit my skin, making me shiver, Then, my door clicks open. Nana had entered my room. Nana is my nanny and has been trusted by my mother to keep the house running. "Nana," I whispered, my voice high and thin. "Please help me find my shorts. I can't find them." I looked at her with wide, innocent eyes, waiting for her gentle reprimand or her helpful hand. But she didn't look at my face. She didn't look at my eyes. Her gaze dropped, sliding down my small frame with a slow, deliberate hunger that made my skin crawl. She stood there, frozen, her eyes locked onto my penis.

Benita said and Goerge glared at her. "Don't do that, just listen to me!" She said and Goerge sat down. "I am not battling with love, I am busy!" Goerge said and Benita chuckled. "The first approved is your denial. Be honest with yourself sometimes!, I heard you sent Joy away you sent your daughter away, must be quite a mess. And your aunty, you old nanny, aunty Mimi!" Benita said and Goerge shook his head. "Stick to aunty, she isn't a nanny!" Goerge said and Benita smiled. "What a solid respect you have for her.

“ This isn't about jealousy, the Colton family, all they've ever done was hurt you, Grandma Nana treated you like a princess at first, and when you became of no use to her, they claimed you wrote a letter and did not bother searching for you” “ Shut up, Oliver, I am not going to play those mind games with you ”. “ Why is that because you know that the words I speak are nothing but the truth”. “ It is not true, grandma Nana did not search for me because she thought that I left on my accord”. “ You just delivered a baby, did she consider if you were going through postpartum trauma, no that is because she did not care not to consider you part of her family for once, and was so quick to replace

I said "If she hates it why did she drink it?" Dad asked "Might have to do with her nauseousness," I said and added, "I called Celia she'll come by later and check up on her," "Nauseous?" Grandpa asked "Yeah," I said and he nodded his head and smiled "What is it?" Dad asked as we all looked at grandpa "She hasn't touched a drink and drinks tea which she hates and she's nauseous," Grandpa said "Oh God," I said and asked, "Why wouldn't she say anything?"

Nana forced herself to suppress her laughter. Zara drew the last sip of her tea, looking at Nana with all seriousness, “He’s tried to overthrow our family.” Nana snorted, covering her face with her palm as she tried to hold in her laughter. But she couldn't. Zara’s face burned as she slammed the empty mug down on the table. The porcelain rattled against the wood. “Laugh all you want, Nana. It’s my fault for telling you anything.” She stood up, storming furiously into her room.

G****E. . . Nana woke up earlier than usual the next day which was Sunday and she is feeling so giddy, lightheartedly silly that Zayn will be with her at home the whole day. She's kind of expecting Maaysa to show up also and is holding her breath because the new Maaysa, you never know what is wrong with her. Nana sighed before deciding to take a hot bath since the whether is chilly and she just felt like cooking something amazing for them with the help of internet and some apps she downloaded on how to cook meals. The school she registered also added her in a W******p group and they're already sending so many amazing dishes and how to make them.

Since so few children were brave enough (and so few parents wanted to make the climb) they were usually richly rewarded in the form of handfuls of candy instead of one measly piece. Nana was waiting for Lauren on the porch, sitting in her rocker reading an Isabel Allende novel. She wore a pair of faded blue jeans and a loose-fitting plaid blouse. Her long white hair was bound in a single braid at the back of her head. A can of Tab was open on the small wooden table next to her, and Lauren knew she’d probably had a half-dozen cans already. She didn’t think a seventy-year-old woman should be drinking so much caffeine and chemicals, but Nana—her real name was Joanne Gehlinger, but she always we

“Ouch! Ouch! Yaze cried out. Nana was stunned and pulled her clothes up and saw the red swollen belt marks in her butt. Nana was shocked and felt crying. “Ouch Nana, It's painful,” Yaze complained and sobbing. Nana’s tears flowed down to her cheeks, feeling sad of Yaze’s situation. “Remove your clothes and I'll apply ointment,” Nana worriedly said. “Help me stand Nana,” Yaze said crying softly in pain. “What have you done again?” Nana asked and cried too.