Zora's Domain の小説・ストーリー

Cassandra got mad, and he ordered Ubuntu, a male werewolf who was now the Gamma of Ridgewood pack, to use any means possible, to find Zora, including his dark powers of manipulation. Ubuntu got on the road, and he began to raid some small packs in search of Zora. Unknown to Ubuntu, Zora was saved by his namesake, in the person of Zora Leondros, the Lion King of Zora's den. Zora's den was situated far away from the werewolf community, so it wasn't common knowledge amongst average werewolves, except Menelik, and his close associates. Ubuntu soon found out that the seeds of Zora, were recently given birth to at the Ridgewood pack, and he soon came running down to the pack to exterminate them.

I decided to ask Keir to let me return early tonight. I promised Asher a movie night that day. The car didn’t go to the office; rather, it stopped in the parking lot of a penthouse. In a few minutes, Keir approached, wearing a grey coat, along with a tall, young guy who was in his early thirties. From his powerful aura, I instantly recognised him. He was a Lycan too; Zora, the new beta of the Night Walker pack. I saw his interviews in many magazines as he owned an exclusive fashion brand, Ozora. The top-ranking designers used to work for him.

I said slowly, "because Morrow never told him about the third?" Dominic nodded. "Which means somewhere in a legal system we have not looked at yet," he said, "something is already filed." My phone buzzed on the desk between us. Reed had sent a message again as usual. “Eastern boundary land registry, page four, third entry. That subsidiary name Zara gave us. I found it. But it is not a personal ownership challenge.” I looked at Dominic. He was already reading over my shoulder. Reed's second message arrived before either of us could respond to the first.

Her tiny, un-inked hand was pressed flat against my collarbone, her deep black eyes wide with a cold, corporate amusement that belonged entirely to the original Zora Vane—the brilliant, malicious architect who had drawn the original blueprints for this entire human stock exchange. "You always were so incredibly crude, #3," the infant whispered, her voice carrying that dual, multi-layered frequency that cut through the mechanical static of the room with absolute, boardroom clarity. Her tiny mouth didn't twist into a smile, but her purple eyes flared with a lethal, calculating pride. "You think you can solve a legal sovereignty crisis with raw marrow and broken bone. If you rip that core drive

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."

Zora said in a warning tone. Madison readily agreed. “Anything for you, Zora. I will be waiting.” “One last thing. Zora is dead. I now go by the name Michelle Banks.” Seriousness could be tasted from Zora’s words, Madison was amazed. “What? You are Michelle? Why do you look so different? More slender, prettier, and stunning. Please don’t joke about things like this, Zora. Does it also mean you are the CEO of MRAB Group? What are you up to? Please let me know.”

"But it is my decision to make." "Fine," Zora said. "Then I am coming with you." "Absolutely not," Trent replied immediately, his smile disappearing. "You just gave birth. You need to be here with Kane and Aurora." "The babies are fine," Zora argued. "Claire can watch them. The midwives are here. They will be safe and cared for." "That is not the point," Trent argued. "You should not be fighting. Your body needs time to heal." "My body is stronger than you think," Zora countered. "You saw what I did to Zendaya. My crescent powers, whatever they are, they are active now. I can help you."

“I had thought of a naughty way to wake you up but you looked so cute asleep and I didn’t want to disturb your rest.” “Next time, you have permission to disturb my rest.” “Noted Ma’am.” “Where are you by the way?” “I had to get to the office and coordinate with my hotel staff about receiving guests for the wedding.” “You have a hotel??” “Hotels, Zora. I have one here in sector one and several across the country, especially in the human lands.” “I don’t think you showed me that when you took me on a tour of the land.” “My apologies. It must have skipped my mind. Hearing about Cillian messed me up.”

Cecil sighed, "Looks like I should think of something." …… Zora had been distracted for the past two days. When she arrived at the classroom, she looked around, no one was paying attention to her, and she took out her phone and opened a pink app that had a calendar with a pink heart marked on a certain date. It was 25 days since her last period. Her cycle was 28 days. With only 3 days left, Zora wondered anxiously what she would do if she didn't get her period in 3 days.

Zora finally looked up, and her gaze was like a physical touch, knowing, assessing, deeply carnal. “Give me your hands.” Lila extended them across the table. Instead of turning them over to study palms, Zora grasped them firmly and did something utterly unexpected. She brought Lila’s hands to her own body, pressing them firmly against the soft, abundant curves of her breasts, which were barely contained by a low-cut blouse of purple silk. “Feel my curves,” Zora commanded, holding Lila’s hands in place. “The life in them. The history. As I will feel yours.”