Zora Greenleaf Novels & Stories

Sometimes surrendering was just easier. “...Fine. I’ll try something different.” Zina grinned, her tail twitching in satisfaction. “Now that’s the fire I was waiting for. What do you have in mind?” “You don’t need to know. Just wait and see,” Zora said as she walked toward the bathroom to freshen up. After a long, hot shower that washed away the remnants of her tears and self-doubt, Zora stood before her wardrobe with new resolve. She pulled out a silk nightgown in deep emerald green—one she’d been too self-conscious to wear before.

No matter how rebellious Zora Wood is and what she does that makes him unhappy, she is not willing to let go. And she is the same, no matter how Aaron hides her, she also does not give up. "Ada is disobedient. Brother Aaron will punish her." Aaron suddenly released Ada Wood, stepped back a few steps, and his mouth rose slightly. In the moonlight, that smile looks strange. His woman, no one can touch. "Aaron, Zora Wood forced to die by you, do you know?" Ada Wood put lavender on Zora Wood's tombstone and put lavender in place.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

"You plan on killing everyone." "And I plan on starting with you," Zora whispered as she pushed her hands through the portal. The sparks flying around her fingers increased as she muttered a spell under her breath. "Ghai thuzar jhakita op lik..." "Elora..." "... Htak ishtah zhwart humbil..." "Elora, get out of here..." "Hakim zithub arole hafig DEATH!!!" "ELORA!!!" A large beam of light, encircled by a black cloud that whispered lullabies of death, shot out of Zora's hands and headed straight for me. Alexander screamed my name as the beam grew larger, it's speed increasing with every passing second.

Surprise maybe. "Zora! I should have known." "You killed MY wolves." Zora steps forward. Her voice cuts through the forest. "That's MY debt to collect." "Join me. Together we rule—" "I don't join." Her teeth stay bared. "I lead. And today you die." His laugh again. Harder edges now. "With what army? Your rabble?" Kova's voice cuts through before anyone answers. "The Thornwood." I turn. "Close. Very close." Her hand presses harder to her chest. The skin around it glows faintly through her shirt. "Sacred ground. Ancient wards."

That's the sade reality of the path I chose to live. But... That will no longer be the path I'll continue to walk through. I have something far more precious than the revenge my blood thirst craves, and that is my little green flower. Zinnia entering in to my life like a storm was the best thing to happen to me in along time. I remembered the very first night I saw her, in her green dress that matched her bright eyes, her wild red curls tamed in to a neath bun... Had I known from that very second that she was meant to be my second chance? That she was a light that would brighten my dark world, that would sweeten my bitter life?

Although Zora's driver has recovered from his illness and he has returned to work today, Cecil still takes Zora to school if he has no urgent business. The driver found it a little strange, but he didn't need to work to get the same salary as before, and he didn't have any objections. Zora wore a pink lace knit dress today, no longer wearing a hoodie as she always did before. Cecil looked at her and thought of a plant, the Bulgarian pink rose. This flower suits Zora very well. After Zora got out of the car at school, Cecil made a phone call to his assistant. "Prepare a bouquet of Bulgarian pink roses before 6 p.m. today. Don't put it in a vase, wrap it."

Professor Zimmer arched a brow but didn’t intervene, her calm gaze almost challenging Nora to rise or fall on her own. Nora lifted her hands, a faint shimmer of magic coiling around her fingers. Her concentration pulled the greenhouse into silence. She coaxed the vine slowly, carefully, and for a heartbeat, I thought she had it. The blossom trembled, unfurling, then jerked, thorns lashing toward her wrist. Gasps echoed. I moved before I thought, my hand shooting out to steady her wrist, adding my pulse of controlled energy to the spell. The vine stilled, its flower opening wide and perfect.

But the way Grayson looks at me strips down every wall I've put up instantly. When I walked outside, Grayson was leaning casually against the side of the greenhouse, holding the stem of a brilliant yellow flower. I narrow my eyes at him as I wander closer. "Good evening," he greets, holding the flower out that I can't identify toward me, which I assume is something native to the tropical climate here. Taking hold of it, I give him a soft smile of appreciation. Someone is trying a little hard. Grayson links around his arm around mine. "I wanted to talk to you."