Zora Ideale Novels & Stories

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.

Tania's gaze dropped to the contract, "who's going to keep it?" "Zora," the name rolled off my tongue before I could even process the thought. "Who?" Sydney and Quade chorused. "She is perfect for the job. Do you think she wants to live a few hundred years more," came Tania's response. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind," facing my attention to my sister, I explained, "Zora is a fae woman who has proven she is capable of keeping important things safe. We can trust her. You can take my word for it."