A Z Book Novels & Stories

Kazeal was there with Zephyr. Zephyr stood before the glowing red book. Words appeared on its pages faster. Kazeal was on his knees beside Zephyr. I walked to the two of them and looked at the huge book shelf before me. All the shelves were full, even the ones that were empty earlier. At the right bottom of the shelf, there was only enough space for one more book to fit.

Zia searches the shelves one by one, and choose a book randomly with the title 'Absorption Aura'. 'Absorption Aura?' Vic read the title. It is not a combat technique, "there is no problem if it is a combat aura or any kind of aura that may harm their enemies, but it is not." Looking at her sister, "Sis, why absorption aura? And if you look closely, it's a very thin book, with only three pages. And it's written as incomplete." Vic asked. "I know, we can find the other chapters in the other cities, but it will take us a while because we have to prepare the travel expenses" Zia replied.

she said warmly. “What does that even mean?” Zaya said beneath her breath. Athena heard her though. She slung her arm around the girl’s shoulder, leading her to the long table laden with books, as she said, “It means we are here to find answers that might help him faster.” “Count me in,” Zaya said, her minty scent tickling Athena’s nose. She lifted a heavy hardback book from the middle of the table. “We have only this, but you can see it’s huge. I bet we will find something that will help him here.”

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

“You two have never gotten along and I don’t understand why. Alice is a bit of an odd nut, but she’s not that bad.” “I tried to befriend her the other day and she told me to go away,” Oriana said as she smiled and took the slice of bread. “My mouth is watering just from the aroma.” She turned to Olga. “I’ll have to get your recipe.” Olga gave a warm smile to the young woman and nodded. “Is that a zombie?” Imogene asked as she put her face as close to the glass as she could to look out. “Am I seeing right?” Then, spotting Rex and Arthur dragging two more tightly bound zombies behind them, she gasped, “Are these men crazy?”

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

There were moments when I had to physically stop myself from leaning my forehead against the cool mahogany of the bookshelves just to keep from screaming into the air. “Susan,” I had said on Wednesday, my voice trembling with a cocktail of suppressed hysteria and disbelief, “could you explain why there is a biography of Betty White tucked away in the ‘Z’ aisle?” She had looked up at me with wide, unblinking eyes, her thumb still hovering over a TikTok scroll that was playing a tinny, repetitive song. “Oh, I thought it was under 'Z' for... Zeal? She had a lot of zeal, right? It just felt right, Miss Alex.”

Zane caught up with me as he held my arm and asked, “When will I see you again?” “Soon,” I smiled at him and then left. *** TRIGGER WARNING!! — This part of the chapter contains vivid fictional description of self-harm. The attempts were made by the author, who has a personal history of self-harm herself. This is not meant to hurt any sentiments and if you are prone to such content, kindly skip this one and read chapter 35 in which everything about this part will be explained, without the descriptions and graphic content. -Amelia's POV- I reached home in a haste, a little upset that I couldn’t spend more time with Zane and my friends, but anyway, I know I have to be mentally prepared to hear

Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather. The title was printed on the first page. See, this book was also handwritten, but a whole lot neater than the diary. All in English, too. Under the title, whoever had written the whole thing wrote an explanation of who Ah-Tzenul was. Apparently he was the Aztec nature and harvest god. Another name they had for him was “He Who Brings Life from the Earth.”

After she got at least enough books to make her occupied while Nicholas is at the meeting, she settles on to the small bedroom window that wasn’t that cramped more spacious but was enough for her to have a comfortable space to read at. Randomly picking the books amongst the huge stack, Zinnia pursed her lips as her brows rose with interest after seeing the title of the book in her hands. ‘Bane Legacy’ From the mysterious title itself, Zinnia can already tell that it must be a thriller, mystery, and fantasy book. Well, it doesn’t matter to her, the title was enough to make her stay. “Legacy? Hmm, humor me” she murmured before leaning her back at the wall behind her and finding a nice position