Zora Ideale Novels & Stories

Yes, people like her should be abandoned. Before today, she also dreamed of being the most beautiful bride of Adair, to be his legs standing beside him. Now that the dream is broken, it's time for her to wake up and return to reality. Zora Wood, is Ada Wood really so annoying? Is she really not qualified to live in this world?

she mumbled. "Diha, can I be...personal with you?" Zora tilted her head to the side. When Diha failed to respond, Zora continued. "I dare say I identify with you. We are both women in fields dominated by men who chose to not see us, be it because of our gender or the color of our skin. You are on my short list because I saw a young woman with a lot of talent and not a lot of room to grow." Diha's insides wobbled. Was this Zora a mind reader? Did she know what Diha had just been thinking?

“ That would not be a very appropriate madam. Mr. Ben expects us to follow the protocols to the word.’ “ But he is not here, and for now, you are my assistant. So you have to listen to me. My assistant Zora never behaved in this manner.” She raised her head and looked up at me. I sucked in my breath as I met her eyes. They were the clearest and the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. The word mesmerizing was not enough to describe them. They were the kind you could get lost into. If she were a man, she would have instantly fallen in love with her. It was not only the physical beauty of the eyes that caught my attention. Kindness and honesty radiated out of them. “ Zora is one of her kind, mad

Rings adorned every finger, and bangles clinked on her wrists as she gestured for Lila to approach. “Your fortune is not written in stars or cards,” Zora said, her voice a smoky contralto that filled the small space. She spoke without looking up from the crystal ball, where mist seemed to swirl. “It is written in your flesh. In the curve of your hip, the swell of your breast, the heat between your legs. Come closer. Let me read it.” Drawn by the command in that voice, Lila approached the table. Zora finally looked up, and her gaze was like a physical touch, knowing, assessing, deeply carnal.

"What kind of woman would I be if I let you sacrifice your chance at true happiness for me?" The irony was bitter in Trent's mouth. Here she was, talking about his happiness while breaking both their hearts. "You want to know what would make me truly happy?" he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Growing old with you. Having children with you. Building a life where we face everything together. That's my idea of destiny." The mention of children pierced through Zora's heart, the words cutting deeper than any blade ever could. Her face went ashen, and she instinctively pressed a hand to her stomach not knowing that the life growing within her was defying everything she believed about herself.