Zoya Nazyalensky นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

She held Yasmine's hand and said, "Thank you, Yasmine. I thank you on behalf of Zoey." Yasmine could tell that Leanna genuinely appreciated her. She smiled faintly and said, "So, the Zoey you mentioned is Russell's wife, right? What kind of person is she?" Leanna looked at the red glow on the horizon, reminiscing about Zoey. "She was a beautiful, kind, intelligent, and understanding woman. She was skilled in medicine, known as Dr. Z. When she encountered people who couldn't afford medical treatment, she not only waived the fees but sometimes even provided expensive herbs for free. Of course, she didn't hesitate to charge those who were wealthy. She earned a lot of money, but most of it was d

Shreya was the woman in the photo, but why was her name listed as Arabella Zayana? Naufal flinched. "What the hell, man? You scared me!" Azael’s eyes burned with anger. "Find out everything about Shreya Vallery and Arabella Zayana from the design team," he ordered. Naufal frowned. "I want full information on both of them and their connection," Azael added sharply. Without another word, Naufal got to work, following his boss’s orders.

Ghazal asked, leaning forward on the table. "Um.. so I need a model. For my shoot. You see Hadiya here models for me but this time she's the videographer and we don't have a model" Zoya said, slumping her shoulders and pouting. "So.....?" Ghazal asked not understanding what she was saying. "Uh.. so I was sitting over there and I saw you. At first sight I knew you would be the perfect princess I want so I came here to ask you if you will model for me?" Zoya said hastily. She looked wide eyed at an equally wide eyed Ghazal.

Zoya approached Naomi who had been talking closely with the crown prince, she wanted to provoke whether Naomi was also planning to approach the crown prince like her. *** "So you approached Jenifer because you wanted to steal time from the crown prince?" Zoya asked. "Not really, but if the crown prince takes me as his concubine, I'll be his favorite concubine and rule the harem," Naomi replied. "You cheat, no one can compete for power with me," Zoya retorted. "Who are you?" asked Naomi sarcastically. "I am of course Zoya, a woman who is pursued by many men in this kingdom," Zoya replied.

Since she was a child, Tatiana Kintyre Wilbur Thyagaraja was born to be defective with all the traits of a she-wolf. She was born weak to slay, fragile for all the quirks that had to give rise to fulfillment, and a wimp to even hoist up a sword. But she's the claimed lineage of Thyagaraja's direct disciples through various ancestors, the reason she was scurried to be the Alpha's mate. Yet, after knowing how feeble she is, the Alpha ordered a decree for all the gratis she-wolf to battle and win the chance to be his other half.

Zaer Walker is at a secret base, which his family has owned for a long time. He was in preparation to interrogate a middle -aged woman. Naomi Tubber sat in a room that had a large glass window in front of her but she only sees herself in reflection. She met her lawyer in her office. The lawyer had clarified about what she should have said during the next interrogation between her and the lawyer on behalf of EL ALFA.

Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘I hear you are the food connoisseur’ Lyosha said in a much thicker accent than Sasha’s as he sat in front of me. He was nearly as tall as Sasha and just as muscular. His long dark blond hair was slicked back, his square jaw was covered in day old stubble and his sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model. His dark blue eyes held my attention and mesmerised me, I stared at him a little stunned. ‘My name is Lyosha’ he finished almost in a purr.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

I will never be Stefanos de Vesilios again. -Zohara