Invader Zim Zita Novels & Stories

She shuddered afterwards and cupped her ears sadly. "Ramona's right, Miatta," Addy chipped in, her eyes darkening with ancient wisdom. "I have seen it happen once with my own eyes. It was a girl called Zita. Her spirit was tough and not even... "she reduced her voice intermittently, looking left and right for idle eavesdroppers." Not even the Lycan King could tame her. She made her move one night and got as far as the second gate when she was cut in half by a lycan warrior. I was little then, but I can still recall the event like it was yesterday. "

Daxton “Zita has returned to London and moved back into the apartment she once shared with Quinn Parker. She’s now working at a McDonald’s restaurant in central London, while Quinn continues to support her financially,” I wasn’t the type to mock people in their lowest but I couldn’t help the laughter that left my mouth. Actions had consequences and this was proof of how far I was willing to go to ruin anyone who dared come after my woman.

Her train of thought was cut short when she heard a voice say, “…Aren’t you being a bit too picky, Uncle Burton?” …Burton? Turning to face the voice, Xavia was surprised to see not only Zivon, but also Zelda Xenos sitting at a table… The woman looked like she was barely eighteen, and though Zivon was clearly old enough to be her father, they still felt like a perfect match. Naturally, Xavia knew that this was all part of his act, but she couldn’t help but feel bitter all the same… In fact, her gaze was so sharp that Zivon eventually turned to face her… and when he saw Xavia and Keith standing there, he couldn’t help but squint.

"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.

The invasion. Queen Zita's POV. Six hours later, we arrived in Alpha Zach's territory. It was a weekday and most of his pack members were indoors… I took my group of warriors to the west side of the village, while Alpha Jacob took his warriors straight to Zach's mansion.

It didn’t feel like a resolution; it felt deeply, profoundly strange. --- The next morning, I was back at the outpost at first light, bleary-eyed from a night of worrying. And then, as if to mock all my frantic searching, Zita walked in. She looked tired, her clothes dusty, but otherwise unharmed. “Zita!” I rushed over, relief washing over me. “Where have you been? Are you okay? What happened?” She brushed past me to get a drink of water from the cooler, avoiding my eyes. “I’m fine. Got delayed. Terrain issues.”