Zoya Novelas e Histórias

Zoya's POV [Stop waiting for him. Your "perfect" husband is busy warming someone else’s bed.] Our fourth anniversary was supposed to be a dream. Instead, it became the night our picture-perfect marriage began to shatter. To the public, I am Zoya, a high-flying architect with a stellar reputation. I’m a fixture on talk shows, often hailed as an inspirational powerhouse. But beyond my career, the world considers my greatest achievement to be our marriage. Alex is the quintessential dream husband. The kind who isn’t afraid to flaunt his love in the most extra ways possible.

I said laughing "There are no other girls.” “Yes of course there are!” She insisted, raising her head to look at me in the face “There is Wendy, the one from the ice cream parlor and Diana, your math partner. And what about Jennifer?” “The one from the piercing shop?” I said in shock "I already said you were crazy, none of them like me.” "God Mark, you're blind, they bring you ice cream, chocolates and even free piercings they have offered you.” “That last one gave me nightmares for a week, you know” I couldn't help the shudder that went through me “And with the rest, well, that’s because I love candy and they know it.”

-I do not understand what it says, I checked the staff papers before arriving and there is nothing out of what you asked- -So what have I got before me?- He noticed the petite, slim woman with crystalline golden eyes and an ordinary face framed in short, shiny dark hair. Leo studied the woman for a few seconds and found nothing strange. He recognized it, remembering the image in his file. Silver Miller, Head of Design Department, 23, Beta. Just in case he checked her neck and found nothing but a thin, unadorned gold chain. Not even the characteristic protective necklace of omegas and even less the trace of a supposed brand.

Putting on my black high heels I give myself a last check before heading downstairs as I hear the first cars arriving. Arriving quietly behind my parents as they welcome the first couple – Alpha Zachary and Luna Rachel from the Blood Moon Pack, I step beside my father in time to shake Alpha Zachary’s and Luna Rachel’s hands. My mother and father give me a stern look, acknowledging my close to late arrival. I smile and continue with some small talk with Luna Rachel as Alpha Jackson continues speaking with Alpha Zachary and his Beta Sam. Luna Rachel is a beautiful woman. With her blond hair, brown eyes, and petite frame she is clearly the light in Alpha Zackary’s eyes.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

" He is my boss. Zaer Walker. " I'm waiting for her next reaction. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to connect the puzzle. She opened her mouth." What!? " Her voice was almost orotund. She looked shocked. I bit my lip then laughed in hesitation.

The radiotelephone, designed to communicate with the security of the residential complex, rumbled somewhere behind a flower pot with another palm tree. - In touch! - answered the motorcyclist closest to the pot. It seems that her name was Zoya, and judging by the pendant with a large sapphire around her neck, which correctly emphasized the color of her eyes, she had excellent taste. - Yana is here! Zoya put the receiver away and threw up a wary, questioning look at me. The boys stopped eating and also looked at each other in bewilderment. My heart skipped at least two beats and I almost dropped the envelope.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

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.

Samuel We’re trying our best to restrain ourselves from acting on our instinticts and claiming her right here but she’s not helping any of us with that look upon her eyes. They were on fire but there was something else dancing on those gorgeous hazel eyes. Innocence. And that was driving us mad. Pandora