Zoya Nazyalensky Novels & Stories

The butler had announced their arrival, and we went out to greet them as they stepped out of the car. One by one, the six of them came out like gods and goddesses that owned every square inch of this house. There were four handsome men in suits and a girl, a very beautiful girl. She had black hair with grey highlights. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that she looked like the supermodel Serena, no wait, she was Serena. I was shocked, but I had to hide it. “The Vittelis, welcome to our humble abode”, my father smiled,, ah but where is the groom? And your parents? If I may”

“Don’t destroy Miss Smith’s eyesight. The world needs her designs.” They all chuckle good-naturedly. I step away from Zane, and that’s when I catch someone looking at me. Staring at me. It’s Andrew, and his eyes are dark with the same emotion that was burning in there when he saw me trying to help Dylan up. He looks like he wants to come over to me, but thankfully, Yolanda steps in between all of us. She turns to Eleanor and offers her hand. “I’m Yolanda Jones, the chief designer of The Vault. As a part of your prize, you will be working under me.”

“ Where are you going? “Nikolai asked when he noticed me following him. “ What do you mean? I’m going with you to meet Florian and Anabelle, “ I answered like he was crazy for even asking that. “ No, you’re not. Go to Lily or relax. “ I was shocked by what he was asking. He was the one who had insisted that he and I were a package deal but now he wanted to separate the package. “ Why? Didn’t we say that there are no secrets between us? “ He sighed and put his hands on my cheeks. “ Look, I know what I said but we are going to talk about things I know you can’t fathom to listen to. Anabelle is a mafia enforcer although she is a freelancer and can work for anyone. “

Trisha agreed. Holly smiled at all the praise. "Emilie's cutting it pretty close, the dance is tomorrow." "Sapphire is too." Trisha defended. Holly shrugged, not denying it. "Does Lydia have a dress? Or Ann? You didn't say before?" Holly asked. "Yep." Melanie beamed. "Lydia went yesterday, and Ann brought a dress from Ireland." "I thought you'd make a dress." Trisha said. "I have." Holly smiled. "You'll see tomorrow."

Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant.

I offered my hand but she was furious "You bought her here? Why is she not dead?" clearly this woman knew who I was "Just calm down, I'll explain everything" Mali went on to explain what had happened, I also learnt that not only was this woman Mali's lover, but she was also princess Leah, daughter of King Jonah, apparently she disliked her father, she disliked the decisions he made but watching her hearing her I was sure that it was true

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

Ahmed shook his head as he let out a chuckle. “Why are you wearing a mother’s day shirt?” Niya asked Anas. That statement made me take a closer look at him. His shiny chestnut hair was styled backwards and his cheekbones were standing out more than usual making him look like someone who lost weight. Also, he was wearing a mother’s day shirt, just like Haniya had accused. “And you look like you lost some weight too,” I said in concern. “What’s wrong? Did you fall sick?” “Don’t bother yourself Ameera, he joined Ahmed’s gym class sessions so that he can have muscles to impress one girl like that,” Niya explained with something that was meant to be a nonchalant yawn.

Zoya asked, above her shoulder. “I-I don’t want this, Zoya,” whimpered out as tears formed in her beautiful eyes, holding her shoulder. Zoya sighed. She expected such naivety from Hazel. Looking around as nobody chose her, she whispered in Hazel’s ear, “Just think of what I said, gather courage and do it.” “I’ll try.” She looked down, feeling so insecure. She was not even sure of her statement. “This one.” A man pointed out at Zoya, who gulped hard before nodding her head and the girls around gasped loudly. She looked at the man who selected her and found him to be Izhar Levi, the owner of this luxury mansion.

Zander nods as his eyes glaze over, requesting the nurse to come in. Moments later a young woman dressed in light blue scrubs enters the room. Her dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail. In one hand she is holding a clipboard and in another, she has a small cup with some pills. “Hello Luna,” she greets me with a smile. “Welcome back. I’m Natalia, one of the night nurses who has been looking after you. Here are some painkillers, hopefully, they will be able to help you rest until we can give you something stronger later on,” she softly says passing me the medication, looking between Zander and me before moving along the machines making them finally stop beeping.