Invader Zim Keef Novels & Stories

“Awe, that’s sad. My superior with hearing about this.” Kai pushed the cell, “Only if you get out alive.” The man chuckled again, “Awe, I can see how I can’t get along with you. Your type of humor is a bit off. You need to work on that, right brother?” Just then, Zef returned with a smirk, “Yes. I am back again. How are things here?” Zef then opened the imposter’s cell as he speak, and loosened the chain from his hands. The imposter then patted Zef’s back and winked, “Good thing I am friends with Zef. He knows me by heart, we only met but we have been close.”

Well, all these thoughts were occurring in my head while I am acting like a chilling teen boy on the outside to not let them notice that I am having a crisis inside my head. "We should not continue our meeting for now. Instead, tell us about the pieces of information you've collected with your co-mark users," The King answered. "Sure, your majesty," I answered with respect. "Our leader, Zaykee, is small, but terrible since he can use his gravity manipulation, close combat skills, brain, and his fire element.

will be nullified and you get to spend your last remaining days in a padded room waiting to find out if you get put down by lethal injection. But really, that one caveat is not too much to ask, especially since if I ever get a sudden urge to kill, I can just contact my boss—Zeke—and he’s good at finding quick work to satisfy my craving for blood. I was twenty-two when Zeke approached me, and like I said I had killed thirteen people at that point, so his offer was a no-brainer. Zeke is, as a matter-of-fact, the original founder of T.H.E.M. and something of a mystery. A disgusting slob of a mystery, but a mystery nonetheless. All I really know about him is that he used to be a serial killer, b

Did she said, Kaizer ? No! That's not kaizer. I guess it's not kaizer. Oh damn, Zachariah! It's not kaizer okay !? It's not kaizer. She didn't said Kaizer! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before turning my attention back to Kimora. She's pretty. Her eyelashes, her eyebrows, her nose. I really like her face. Every angle of her pretty face. I can’t afford to suffer someone like her at the hands of Gangsters and Mafia. I promise that I will save you from everything when you can't fight back. I will protect you when something bad happens. I will be your knight in shining armor. I will be your bulletproof. I will be your Superman. Your Savior and lastly, your husband. I will promise to my

Still, almost nothing is the same as before. I’m a zombie, the living dead, the supreme specious of the planet, and the leader of one of the largest hordes in North America. I’m one of the Zombie Kings. My job is to keep the peace among zombies, keep my horde fed, and hunt humans for sport. I’m the stuff of Lacey’s nightmares now, and yet somehow, I have to rekindle our relationship so that I’m not forced to use her as a breeder.

Tristan muttered, rolling his eyes. “Who are you guys?” Huzefa asked, alarmed at this point, knowing they are not to be taken lightly anymore. “First, tell us who you are and then we will.” Zadicus demanded sternly. Huzefa narrowed his eyes but exhaled because they didn't have another option left anymore and began to tell them who he truly was. “I am Huzefa Illes. Former Army General of Hizerl. I was a teenager when it all happened. I climbed my way up and found things are way worse than the city in the royal palace.” Huzefa said assertively.

The leader of the Kutcher Squad almost peed his pants out of fear. However, at that moment, he did not have time to worry about that. The most important thing was his life. There were four Rank 7 zombies! Even the strongest person in Confluence Base City, Chris Sanford, was just a Rank 7 Evolved One. Now, there were four Rank 7 zombies! Moreover… In front of the four Rank 7 zombies, stood an unfathomable human being—No!

That’s the reason they are a duo to hack, program, and create tools that will help them. “Hacked,” Keifer said after a few minutes. “I’ll operate their cars now, so you better drive as fast as you can. I can’t make sure how long the virus will last in their system, so you need to hurry.” “Thanks, bud,” Zeno said and drove as fast as he could. “Thaddeus, command your bodyguards to execute those idiots,” Keifer declared. “I don’t have bodyguards in that area,” he responded. “Leave it to me,” Kazimir said before disconnecting his signal again.

He couldn’t disavow himself from starting to want her in the worse way. There was a black SUV with tinted windows parked near the front of his office building when he arrived there. He recognised the vehicle and knew whom it belonged to right away and went and parked in front of it. The man behind the wheel honked his horn at him just as Thad came out of his vehicle and waved in acknowledgement and came over to open the passenger door. He was assaulted with cigar smoke and hip-hop music blasting out of speakers as he entered the SUV and shut the door before shaking hands with his old friend behind the wheel. His friend’s name was Zeke Darren, though most people knew him by his alias Pimp

Zhang *Club* "Let me just die it's better to die and surrender myself to the zombies to eat me before they forced the door to open." He stood up and walked closer to the door trembling opened it, then closed his eyes but there's no single zombie outside the building again. The next thing he saw was a man he dressed like a cow boy and hold a hunter gun. "Who are you man?" Zhang Wei asked him The man smile's and said "Am Albert Dickson from Texas but base in China for now. So tell me who are you and why only you inside here?"