Zora's Domain Novels & Stories

I move past them quickly, scrolling and scrolling until I find what I’m looking for. “The Domain- an underground traveling market,” I read. A little further down, I find a short description. “The Domain moves through neutral territories. The Domain caters to the fantasies, wishes, and fetishes of their buyers with their wide variety of wares through sales and auctions.” Okay, if they move around, how do you find the location when they move? There has to be a way they get the word out or else they would never get any business. Scrolling a little further down, I find an entry button. I click it, and another puzzle pops up. My head instantly begins to ache again, but I focus and piece the cyphe

"Hmph! This is just a mere domain. I have one too!" Sable released his domain when Chase did. Both domains crashed against each other, and their auras flew wildly in the air. No one could tell who had the upper hand.

Until Zora. Zora Smith didn’t give one singular fuck if he wanted her. She was still worried about the target he’d painted on her back, the first day she’d arrived on campus. It was a valid concern, but Kairos had tried twice by then, to call off the final fight. Zora was the one to say no. Plus, there were the other wolves trying to claim they were here fated mate. It made Kairos’s face twist with disgust. He scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets, resigned to spend the rest of his evening alone in his house.

Approaching Zora with respect, aware that the red-furred wolf wouldn't easily accept an omega as her caretaker, she scrutinized me from head to toe, her voice echoing with a mix of challenge and superiority. Accepting the responsibility, I approached Zora, who eyed me with an evaluating expression. With all the seriousness I could muster, I introduced myself, “My name is Fierce, at your service, Zora.” Zora's eyes gleamed with a silent challenge as she analyzed every detail. It was evident she expected more than just the assistance of a common omega. Her posture indicated she was accustomed to a higher standard. “I hope you're more than just an omega,” Zora said, her voice tinged with disdai

There was an air about her. God, Diha wanted to be like this woman. Wait. She'd met her. Tall black woman, killer red shoes. Xara? No, Zora. As if thinking her name, Zora glanced up at Diha. "Sorry, am I early?" Diha reached back to push the door open again. She'd thought she was only going to be five minutes early. There should be lots of people in here. "Not at all. I like early." Zora stood and the slightest smile touched her glossy, burgundy lips. "Zora Clark, NSA. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Ms. Balakrishnan."

Zara decreed flawlessly, the crushing gravity of her intellect entirely dominating the sterile bunker, "you will spend the rest of your life in a maximum security blacksite." Laurent paused, his hand hovering over the button. "You are locked in my room, Sovereign. You have no authority here." "I don't need authority. I have unlimited wealth," Zara executed perfectly, an absolute, chilling smile crossing her lips. "Did you really think I walked into a subterranean federal bunker without securing the data lines? Ten minutes ago, I used the shadow reserves to legally purchase the primary cloud hosting conglomerate that processes this building's biometric servers."

If it was a dark memory that she wanted to forget, then I shouldn't bring it up. My hand clasped her tiny hand. She was two years younger than me. She only finished school in medicine and did volunteer work. Zora ended up becoming a full-time medic at the Celestial Dawn pack. Not only was she smart, but she also had a caring and calculating nature. "This may be unexpected, but I would like to offer you something at this time. Nurse Zora, would you like to be my secretary?"

Zora continued scrolling through her phone screen, examining the people Eranthe was connected with. Apart from Dylan, who was currently in prison, only one other person, Scarlett, caught Zora's attention. She found Scarlett, who seemed to have a contentious relationship with Eranthe. With a sly smile, Zora saved Scarlett's phone number. Regardless of whether the woman tonight was truly the secretary or not, Zora was determined to make Eranthe pay for the frustration she caused her.

Caitlin didn’t back down. “Fine. I accept your challenge. Just don’t beg me for mercy when you lose.” “Hmph! As if!” Zora’s confidence stemmed from having already studied Kayla’s entire portfolio. She was familiar with Caitlin’s design style—and more importantly, she knew Caitlin hadn’t released anything new in quite a while. With Caitlin so distracted by her mother’s case, Zora believed it would be an easy win. “Let’s wait and see.”

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.