Zora Ideale Novels & Stories

I resolved to look for him as soon as we returned. Aunt Zora was a plump woman who liked wearing purple and black outfits. Surprisingly, she was not a psychic. She was a relationship coach although it was known in the family that she and her husband were faking it for the money. Apparently their relationship had been dead for years and they even dated other people in secret. The only reason they chose not to get divorced is because the business of relationships brought in a lot of money. To succeed in it, you had to look like someone in a happy relationship.

"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.

Isaac pov It was only the afternoon. An Omega came to us and showed us the way to our room. When we reached there I decided to take a tour around that area. When I was wandering around the swimming area I saw an extremely delicate and attractive girl. She is wearing sundress giving casual vibes with air around her told me that she is elegant. Although I am not into delicate women, she is alluring. Just when I decided to hit on her someone called her “Eleanor”

They never fought for anything, but to defend their love and way of life. Zuba was a princess there. Like the rest, she was known for calmness and beauty. The two ancient seas ably described her. She was beautiful. Her shining eyes were as calm as the morning waters, though at times her behaviour was as tempestuous as the surging waters of the night on the ancient seas. But the nobles of that medieval kingdom were greedy. Many of them exhibited some kind of behaviour quite different from the rest of the subjects. They fought and made sure that they got whatever they wanted at the expense of others.

It was as if he saw something in her that even she didn’t fully understand. “You have no idea what you're dealing with, Karina,” he said softly, his voice laced with the knowledge of a thousand years. “The Third Prince of Zorana isn’t just a king. He’s the rebirth of an entire world. And you… you are the one who will make it all possible.”

The sky above wasn't bruised or purple; it was a pristine, cloudless gold that cast no shadows. "Beautiful, isn't it?" I scrambled backward, my hands scraping against the pristine white floor. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, looking out over the silent, geometric city, was #42. The Original Zora. She had shed the military uniform of the temporary Republic. Now, she wore a gown of pure, woven "Void-Gold" that flowed around her feet like liquid light. Her bronze skin was flawless, her deep brown eyes calm and terrifyingly vacant of the rage that had kept me alive for twenty years. She looked like a monument to a goddess who had never known what it meant to bleed.

she said. “Woman like me? What does that even mean?” I asked. “Zora, you are a strong and intelligent woman and you still have so much to live for and a fighting spirit that I’ve always admired, you’re not one to let something like this pull you down so easily,” she said. I shook my head at her words. “The Zora you’re talking about is dead,” I said. “No she’s not, you’re still breathing fine you’ve just hidden that part of you and you now live under this facade that you can never be like that again,” she said.

that's a whole different story. Behind Chase, as he approached, was Zora, pushing a wheelchair with an air of exaggerated elegance. Her face was a masterpiece of artificial enhancement: thick layers of foundation, blush, and powder created a mask-like effect, while her bright red lipstick seemed to gleam with an almost malevolent intensity. Her eyelids sparkled with a heavy coating of blue eyeshadow, and her lashes were so heavily mascaraed they looked like tiny, black feathers.

"Well, I'm not in a hurry either and I'm not trying to corner you. I was just wondering why you came early when your house and the castle are quite close. You could have come here on time." I looked back at Zora's appearance. Her beautiful brown hair blended beautifully with her similarly colored irises. The light-illuminated strands looked very suitable for her. She would rather wear her hair down than keep it in a ponytail at the back. "Are there any restrictions when I work under you? I will gladly accept your criticism and suggestions," Zora said. I spontaneously shook my head. "Again, I don't want to criticize you. I'm just asking you a question."

“You clearly have a lot to learn, Zora. Have you concluded on what price to pay?" "I get to decide?" "You get to make offerings which may or may not be accepted." "Oh." She flipped her hair “My attempt to do break a curse on a beloved ended with two humans as a sacrifice. That was my price to pay." I blinked, "T- two humans?" Semya nodded, "It was hard for me, but anything for my beloved. So what's it going to be with you, Zora?" "I can't sacrifice two random strangers for my selfish reasons!"