Zoya Nazyalensky Novels & Stories

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

I whined to her, she smiled and kissed my forehead " Waliykum Asalaam honey. Don't worry you can sleep later on" Hayat said and went back to her cooking. "Where's Zyana I didn't see her " oh sorry I forget to tell you about Zyana she is younger than me she is 18. A fresh graduate, she is planning to do major in Education. She loves to teach kids and wants to be a teacher like my mom. " She is doing yoga as usual; you should also join her Anam, it's good for you "she always gives me some advice. Hayat got her plate and sat beside me.

Mrs. Pratyusha Beniwal, Zoya's mother was enjoying a sunny afternoon at the pool side of her mansion. Under the wide umbrella, accompanied by a cup of hot tea and snacks, she seemed to be flipping through a fashion magazine. Her two assistants were ready to help her for any need, sitting beside her.

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Mirabella It was a pleasant surprise to see Zoya. Last we'd seen each other was at my final year defence. She had been one of the few art majors to sign a petition on my behalf which actually helped my cause otherwise I would've been flagged for plagiarism. She was my senior at Edinburgh and her art style was a unique form of line art not with pencils but with a burst of colors, which was a sharp contrast to her dark personality and dark outfit, even now the only color aside from black on her is her skin color.

The look she gave was enough, disappointment, judgment, the kind of coldness only a woman trained to wield silence as a weapon could manage. And when I walked into the room, Natalia was standing by the window, her back to me. Her posture was stiff, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly her knuckles were white. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked quietly. She didn’t answer right away. Just a shallow nod. “She came to remind me that I’m still their property. She wants me to allow my father to cross me, to go over everything that I know and just be that girl who they can push around because they want to. In their eyes, I am not your wife, I am not their daughter, I am simply here t

He muttered and faced Annabella "Are you the new nanny?" He asked "Yes I am" Annabella replied "My name is Jay,the boss's favorite driver" Jay said and Annabella chuckled "Nice meeting you Jay,I'm Annabella" Annabella said They got to the car and Theo opened the door "Hi" Annabella greeted and Theo replied with a cold nod which confused Annabella "He never smiles" Alex whispers to her when they entered the car "Really?" "He's the best bodyguard here,an army" Alex added

“A pleasure to see you again.” “Madame Zoya?” I stammered, my mind struggling to keep up. “What… what are you doing here?” A slow, predatory smile spread across her face, a smile that sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through me. “Saving you from yourself, of course,” she purred. Saving me? This woman, who had predicted nothing but doom and gloom when I last encountered her, was now my savior? The whole situation felt absurd, a bizarre twist in an already twisted night.

The look in his eyes makes me nervous but I remain still and quiet while I wait for him to start talking "Tony, about an hour ago Nathan, Daniel and Micky found a girl out in the forest. She claimed not to be a Rogue and she didn't smell like one either but she wouldn't tell them who she was. She would only speak to me so I came straight down here." I have no idea who it could be so I remain quiet and wait for him to explain more. The look on his face turns nervous as he takes in a deep breath and runs his free hand through his hair and I snap unable to bear the silence anymore. "Who is it, Nicky?" I feel my whole body tense up suddenly dreading his answer. "Tony, it's Ro-" Before he can fin

Ezra: “Let me GO!” Annalise yelled and I raised an eyebrow. I leaned against the table, looking at the woman whose eyes were wide as if in pain. The woman has been screaming since she opened her eyes two hours ago, and her voice simply grew louder by the minute to the point that I was surprised that she wasn’t tired already.