Zona Teman の小説・ストーリー

I reckoned him as a colorful person, and here, the walls are telling a different story. I noticed a few women in black uniforms rushing around carrying different things in their hands. Some held dirty clothes to wash, and some held buckets of undone dishes. They all seemed in a hurry to complete tasks before the deadline. “Meher di (Sister) She’s the girl I talked about earlier,” Arjun’s voice yanked me back to reality. I looked up at the woman he was talking to. She was tall, she had the prettiest complexion and beautiful bob hairs. She neither seemed friendly nor rude to me by the way she was scanning me from top to bottom. His address to her was 'Di,' meaning sister, but they don't look l

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Zara's room theme is Walnut, while Jiddah's is Carob then lastly, Iman's which is Coffee. They are now in her room like always ready to go on social media and see what trends again. "They say I'm being more rude because I turned down Aunty Farhana's offer to join her NGO. What?!" Iman laughed looking at her phone in sheer amusement because whatever they say is humorous of her. "And they think I wanted to lose weight but failed when they saw me following you to the gym." Jiddah shook her head at their stupidity and immense support in their lives.

Instead, I got a wall of ice. “Forget him,” Dexter said, giving me a quick nudge. “We’ve got that party Friday night, right? Let’s focus on that.” Ah, yes—the party. The football team’s unofficial Friday tradition to mark the end of another long week. “Right, the party,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Please tell me it’s not at Sam’s place again. Last time he ran out of food in, like, fifteen minutes.” Dexter grinned. “Nope, different place. Wes is hosting this time. Bigger space, more food. And he promised an actual DJ instead of someone’s crummy playlist.”

Aki and Temujin nodded grimly. “Who else is there?” Temujin asked. “Well, there’s your old enemy Ganzorig. There’s this bomb expert and firebug, Zonghuo. Lastly, there’s Zaterra who’s a… nobody. He doesn’t have any clan or ki powers because he was an orphan from the Far West. He wields crescent moon knives and claims to be the pioneer of a technique he calls the Drunken Fist. Personally, I think it’s just his excuse to drink a lot.”

A girl with neatly cut platinum hair, personality hugging her face, hugging her belly, lying on the table laughing, excitedly asked her friend. This is a small Club, named Sunny. (Half like a bar, half like a coffee shop. It's private and quieter than a normal bar.) In a small corner of the club, two girls are sitting at the bar drinking cocktails. just talked excitedly.

Cassandra said angrily "What the hell happened? what the fuck is that! why did the zombie attack us? I thought that place is secured what happened then? "Please came down. We don't know what happened, we don't know what attract those zombies, we spent four days in that camp and we did not sight any zombie because we clear them off before we camp there." Susan told Casandra. "Casandra can you just please came down! can you just shut up and let me focus on driving, can't you see that am driving?" Jane said.

“You must be the famous consultant.” Famous? Adrian didn’t correct her. “This is Serena Hale,” he said smoothly. “Board member. And an old… associate.” Serena’s smile deepened. “That’s one way to put it.” Clara extended her hand politely. “Nice to meet you.” Serena’s gaze lingered, assessing. Weighing. “Yes,” Serena said softly. “It really is.” The unspoken tension was subtle but unmistakable. Then Serena turned back to Adrian. “Dinner tonight?”