Novel & Cerita Zoya

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.

I still can't believe Chynna, Is she allowed to lie to her patients? Aggravated, I walk to the couch, flip my laptop open, I click her name, and call unable to stop myself. It rings for a bit, and I begin to doubt her answering, how foolish of me to call her at this hour, she has a child, she's probabaly tir - "Viola." I still, I called, but still shocked. "Are you okay?" She asks, and I smile. She looks beautiful, peaceful even. "Fiona." I say with a gentle smile and an aching heart.

, "Is someone going to get fired?" Who are they talking about? Suddenly the gossiping stops, the room gets pin-drop silence. People around me abruptly stand up from their seats. I look back perplexedly at where they all are staring and I see our boss A.K.A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head.

“And I know that's not enough because maybe the Council knows about that, too.” “Forget about the Council for today,” Zeke said as he pushed the bedding off himself and stood. She couldn’t help staring. She was only human. Such perfection was too much for her. She was compelled to look because she would probably never see anyone so perfect again. Zeke’s muscles rippled as he stretched, and her eyes feasted on his every movement. How did someone even get so many defined abs? And then her eyes drifted lower to the very large bulge that was not hidden anymore.

Startled, I asked: - Who is it? – only silence answered me. So I got up and went to open the door, but I didn't see anyone. On the floor, leaning against the doorframe, was a small plastic bag with a drawing of an Indian goddess and underneath it said “Natural beauty”. I took the curious bag, went in, and sat on the bed. When I read the postcard, my heart skipped a beat. Goddess, was Klaus any more perfect?

She asked again. "Did you select anyone other than Zoya? " I asked. "This time, this is not me who brings her name. It is you. Now I have to doubt your intention on her. " I can't just hang up the call, she is a emotional queen. I can't withstand her drama and not forget to say Dad is always with her. "One of our relative. Her name is Kriti. I think she is good, but not more than Zoya " She giggled. I didn't expect her to arrange allience this soon..

He even met her gaze. They seem to be competing at the glaring challenge. And who gave up on making eye contact will lose. "Eh, who are you?" Zannie asked. She was able to lower her voice which meant that the tension she had felt before had subsided. She was terrified at the sight of this man. At the same time, the nice view of his face is angry and turning crimson due to annoyance. "I'm Howard Fontafella, CEO of Satire Life Inc.— the most successful company in Asia."

But for the people around us, they were already cowering in submission. “I... I..” she splutters. Kia is getting more and more frustrated with this she-wolf and pushes her aura out more, making her presence felt even more. I suddenly recognized her. She’s the she-wolf draped all over Blackwood this morning... “Is there a problem Beta?” a rich husky voice asks behind me. I slowly turn around and come face to face … with Zander Blackwood.

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.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.