Zora Loz นิยาย & เรื่องราว

To see her now, looking like a beggar, shook him deeply. “I really am Zora. I struggled to escape the US and reach S Country. But when I arrived, I was robbed of everything—my luggage, my money. I had no choice but to walk until I reached Graystone. And then your guards caught me, thought I was a spy…” Her voice cracked with sobs. Zorro’s expression flickered. He had lost his son Samir and it had gutted him. To suddenly have his daughter appear, flesh and blood, was like a spark reigniting his cold heart.

Señor Lazaro had never looked happier when she and Zent arrived together, riding in the handsome car of her actor husband, whom he liked to call Raptor. That same day they met at Conrad was also the day they found out that Zent was the man who had pulled her inside the hotel. She later learned that he had been under the influence of drugs at that time. Apparently, he had gone to audition for a sexy movie that day, but he did not make it because another male artist, Jaiho, had already been chosen. Jaiho was also Zent’s rival in the shining world of show business. They were always competing against each other.

Zora scolded Elorm. "Calm down Zora," Angela said. "He likes doing that. He will five people and called the name of the person he knows out loud," Zora complained. "I am sorry, I honestly did see her," Elorm replied. "Hmmm, you mean to tell me you didn't see this sparkling diamond?" Zora asked. "I honestly didn't," Elorm replied adjusting his glasses. "Hmmm, your glasses need to be changed, " Zora said and folded her arms across her chest.

Author’s POV. The morning sun fell through the large glass walls of the Rodriguez headquarters, spreading a soft golden light across the office. The day was bright and business was good. Allen sat at the far end of the meeting room, his hands folded neatly on the table. He wore a dark gray suit that matched the mood of the room — calm, serious, powerful. Across from him sat Old Grandpa Rodriguez, the man who had built the empire with his own hands. Allen leaned forward slightly. “Sir, the company’s stocks have risen by twenty percent this quarter,” he said, sliding a folder across the table. “The new deal with the foreign investors has pushed our name further into the international market. W

Jade put her hands up in surrender. I pick out a beautiful lacey gown, the lace covers my arms but not my shoulders and neckline. I kept the flowers simple, daisies and sunflowers, I left the fillers to Amelia. I put some trust in my best friends to do the rest, I know my grandma will handle the food and my hair. I’m starting to get a bit excited when the girls and I really started digging into the details. They set up a few places that we could have the ceremony and I found an amazing spot on the territory—not wanting to go off it anytime soon, it's next to the lake, and I want a beautiful arch draped with cloth and flowers, where Wyatt and I will stand to complete the Luna Ceremony. In oth

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

Her sarcasm was met with a warning growl from Dea who tightened her hold on me protectively. "Relax, little Luna, I'm not going to hurt him. I've had fun doing that already. I'm just going to help him heal, just like I did with you before," Tania placed a cold hand on my chest but that cold was stolen away by a rush of fire that engulfed my body from our point of contact.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

As I sat in the dimly lit room, still reeling from Lynn's shocking revelations, a rush of conflicting emotions coursed through my veins. Zea, the woman I had come to love and trust, was now at the centre of a dark and dangerous secret. Lynn's words echoed in my mind, urging me to take action, to confront the unthinkable truth that Zea may be part of a group planning to assassinate the president.

I asked her, shaking my head. "Real magic," she replied with excitement in her eyes. "I was there when Elvon and Lylion appeared just in time to find Zhazk already on the verge of death. I saw Elvon used his magic and from that moment on, I believe everything." "Yeah, me too, even though I wasn't there," Shade added, her eyes still focused on the road. "I just can feel it. I wanna go with you people, I wanna help you. I have decided and you can't stop me now. I have given up everything in this world. I have nowhere to go."