Zoya Novelas e Histórias

Suddenly it felt like the walls were closing in. "That's not all," Jason stands up, looking at Xander with pity. "We conducted a thorough investigation on her background. The results weren't too flattering. Zoya Vasily of the Redfang pack, daughter of Sergei, the traitor." "It's clear that she's a spy!" Another man cries. Xander drops my hand, the light going out of his eyes. The ground might as well open beneath my feet. "Xander... Xander, look at me," my voice shook as I spoke.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

She pressed the green button. “Hello, good evening madam.” The tiny female voice made her ears twitch for a second. She sat up and cleared her throat, “Hi. Good evening. How are you doing?” “I’m fine madam. I hope I’m speaking with the owner of The Glitz Fashion Home?” “Yes.” “I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.”

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

She asked as Yash nodded. He could hear the resemblance of her voice; he could not help but remember Shayra. “R-right” he fumbled with his words as he took a deep breath. “Please, have a seat,” He said as Zoya took the seat right in front of him. “Zoya, Zoya Oberoi,” he said her name as she gave him a stiff nod. “How many years you have worked for Neeq?” He asked; he tried to be professional here, but he can't forget that she is not his Shayra.