Zora Oc Novels & Stories

In the car, Zora was already erasing everything from all the CCTV cameras as they drove away. Everything was cleared before they reached home. Ezrah walked around the car to open the door for Zora, scooping her into his arms. She had waited for him to one day forget, but that had not happened so far. “Do you care for a snack?” Ezrah asked upon reaching the bedroom at the same time Zora’s phone beeped with a text message from Madison. ‘Odette’s gown was stunning, and I know that you designed it.’ Zora chuckled and responded to Madison’s message with a laughing emoji. ‘Just ask me nicely, and I will design yours for free.’

He took a bottle of water from the table and handed it to Zara. "Morticia is a girl I grew up with—oh, thank you," Zara said as she gratefully accepted the bottle. She drank only a quarter of the 75 Centiliter bottle and closed the cover. "Morticia is a girl I grew up with back in the neighborhood, so she knows Kelvin and me well. She knows Kelvin and I are dating plus I used to work at Delarosèê Peak with her!" Zara exclaimed. “Is that it?” Oliver asked surprised at how something so minute caused Zara to worry so much. He wished there was more to the worry than what she had just said.

"She was the light that lit up this family, the hope, and was everything I had prayed for, but you went on divorcing her—you divorced her for a street whore. Oh, Zora. I'll continue missing you till I'm no more." Just then, my phone began ringing, and I dashed to pick it up from the table. "Nicholas," I muttered, sighing as I noticed that it was my secretary at Zech Holdings Ltd. I left the call unanswered and reached for my computer to check if there was an emergency email that he had sent to me. When I checked, there was no new email that was sent unless the previous ones, which I haven't read yet. The first one I opened was a video of Zora's new advertisement project where she used a litt

“Yup.” I traveled us out to Aunt Zola’s office at Partha Octia University. She teaches a few classes here, raining in shadow control- to- accepting other species and their cultures. She is great at her job, and probably too overqualified with her life experiences. Her complaints are never about her job, but about her students at times. She sat behind her desk with her hands on her forehead, staring down at a large book. She was very focused, looking stressed beyond belief. Her hair curtained around her, covering the book material. I couldn’t see what she was looking into.

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."

I decided to further test, "At which position in the forest were you at that time? I heard that area is very dangerous." Zora appeared somewhat impatient but still replied, "Near the canyon in the north. It's indeed unsafe there." I pretended to nod thoughtfully, but I knew this was a good beginning. The canyon in the north? Marcus told me it was the cliff in the south. This obvious discrepancy made me even more suspicious of Zora's true motives. With several such conversations, I gradually discovered more contradictions. The occasional details revealed by Zora made me more and more suspicious that she was not Marcus's savior at all. Once, I even heard her mention a certain secret ritual, wh

Zora smiled confidently and continued, "Since it’s a celebration, let’s do something that’ll entertain everyone. How about a piano performance?" Zora had been trained in piano since she was young, and she had reached a master level. It would be hard for anyone to surpass her in this field. Caitlin didn’t speak, but Zora thought she had already scared her. So, she addressed Zeke, "Zeke, if Caitlin has no objections, can you prepare a piano for us?" Zeke, knowing Caitlin also played piano, glanced at her for confirmation. "Caitlin, is that alright?"

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

While they let loose with the whacky dance moves and even crazier hair, Lena felt her concern for the boy that she’d fallen for, slip away. Little did she know that over at Harrison’s house, Mikaela the Siren had sunk her claws even deeper into the young man, making him completely forget that he had even had a crush on Lena. ~0~ “Hello Cranmoore! We’re back!!” Dawn announced loudly as she got out of the car the second Lena had pulled up outside of Carter House, their student accommodation on campus. Lena shook her head, an amused smile on her face while the students just gave the younger witch strange looks before continuing on their way.

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.