He he he... plot twist!!!! Surprised? XD
ZAIA. Rage, rage like I’ve never felt before, burns through me, and it is tearing through every particle of my body. He killed Jai! He chuckles sardonically as he runs his fingers through his hair as if he has no care for what he has done, nor any remorse. ‘Well, well, well, the pregnant Sublime
We’ve lost Jai… I don’t want to believe it… My eyes sting with tears as I glare at Zade, who is watching me with a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. ‘Do you feel it? The pain of everything being taken from you? Welcome to my life.’ Zade says breathlessly, as he rises to his feet. For a split sec
ZAIA. Valerie freezes as she lands on the ground, backing up as Zion’s voice fills the sky. This isn’t a place I want him, where the dead are all around. I’m happy Aran has Sia’s head against his shoulder, but clearly Zion didn’t comply. “Stop, Mommy! Stop, Daddy! Stop everybody, don’t you get it
SEBASTIAN. ONE MONTH LATER… “What exactly does this mean for the world and for yourself, now that your real identity is no longer hidden?” The TV host asks Zaia who is sitting on the couch opposite, her legs gracefully crossed, showing off the smooth creamy skin of her leg. She looks as breathtak
I run my fingers through my hair, watching as she counters the TV host's questions with her own. She is the perfect person for this job. With her patience, kindness and confidence, she is able to control herself even when the questions become rough. She kept going, from that day when it all ended…
ZAIA. I stare out at the passing streetlights as I make my way to the safe house, one of the few places that remained untouched after the final battle. How am I supposed to feel after living life hurdle after hurdle, heartbreak after heartbreak? It feels surreal, even with the weeks having gone by
Life will still throw us many hurdles. We will face many challenges, but the normalcy of living without fear of something happening feels like a dream come true. I’m ready, ready to play with my children, send them to school, be here when they arrive home, cook for them, and put them to bed every n
ZAIA. I press my lips together for a moment before looking towards the front door. “Your father’s. It’s his birthday today, remember?” I explain, glancing back at him. He cocks a brow. “Right… don’t really remember celebrating it…” he remarks as he frowns, as if thinking over what I just said fo