Zoya Nazyalensky Novels & Stories

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

Xoan ordered firmly. Yaslyn smiled reassuringly at Henry, calming him down. Then, she pointed to a news pop-up on the computer and said, "I think she'll do just fine." On the screen was a sweet and innocent-looking girl, Zyra Stewart—one of the most popular rising stars. "What does she have to do with allure?" Henry was baffled. Yaslyn smirked, "She can play the angel. I'll be the devil." "You don't look like a devil either," Henry muttered.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

Its fresh fragrance spread throughout the huge hall but Adam and Isaac covered their noses, uttering, “Ew!” “Wow!” Nora jumped down from the couch and rushed to Zoya, meanwhile Adam rolled his eyes but he stopped the moment he looked at her hair. Her hair was tied into two pigtails and amusement flashed in his golden orbs the moment he found them on her head. He stifled a laugh. “This is henna?” She asked Zoya curiously, her big sapphire eyes staring at the glass bowl. “Yes, my dear,” she smiled and walked ahead with Nora. Zoya put the bowl down upon the glass table on which a designer colourful cover was spread. She crouched next to Irene and Nora joined them along with Aurora.

Giada's heart still fluttering from Kye's unexpected gesture. ~~~ Alyona was in high spirits, her smile reflecting the joy she felt at the news of Elon and Ida's new baby girl. She quickly made a note to visit them at the hospital later that day, eager to meet the newest addition to their family. She was thrilled by the success of her new product launch, which had made waves in the market and was selling at an impressive pace. Her hard work and dedication were paying off, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

He has been supporting him through all the thicks and thins. Zoya Malik 26 years old, a fashion designer by profession. Loves Rudra Roy a lot and is going to marry him soon. She is the daughter of Nandini's mother's friends, so she knew Nandini from an early age and always treated her like her own sister as she didn't have any siblings. Nandini treated her the same way. She was more like Nandini's best friend. She knew everything about her and believed Nandini was not wrong.

Zoya yells. I say nothing and follow her as she fishes her hand into my pocket and takes my phone, glaring at me. I don't know what she's up to. She dials a number. "Mr Sahani. Zoya here", she says. I gawk at her confusingly. "I want the present information of our old employee Nikhat Shahrin. Please get me all her present details asap", she says and cuts the call, slamming my phone back into my grip. My mouth falls open at her as she grits her teeth.

I replied, staring at her calmly. She gave me a disdainful look, “So what if you got here first? Not finding a table is not my problem. You can stand or leave.” Numerous gazes had already turned to us, each eager to see a scene unfold. The girl's name was Zoya, the faculty’s welfare officer and one of the most influential female students in the business faculty and entire institution. Unlike most students at Royal Crest, she came from an ordinary family. Yet somehow, she had managed to build an influence that rivals and sometimes even exceeded that of students from prestigious families.

The pitch at the Horizon Center had gone off without a single hitch, almost entirely due to Chase’s utterly shameless silver tongue. When it came to closing a deal, the guy could charm the spots off a leopard, a trait he frequently used to butter up wealthy donors. Lonely, old female donors, to be precise. The woman holding the purse strings for the foundation was Sandy Christian, a powerful but decidedly susceptible woman in her late fifties, wearing a white Chanel suit and a mountain of diamonds.

Ethan spun around. A woman walked into the office. She was tall, wearing a perfectly tailored black suit that looked sharper than a knife. Her hair was a striking, icy silver, pulled back into a very practical, grounded bun. She had sharp features and cold blue eyes. She looked like a legendary assassin from an action movie. "Ethan," Raphael said from his desk, completely relaxed. "Meet Zoya. She is the new Chief Operating Officer of Kingston Corporation." Zoya walked forward. She didn't offer her hand. She just looked Ethan up and down.