Izone Profiles Novels & Stories

The air felt thick with ozone and hidden power. Joel slipped between the racks, heart steady. At the center stood an elevated console, its interface displaying cascading lines of code: the predator’s heartbeat. Leila, monitoring remotely via a hardened line, whispered through the comms. “It’s processing massive data sets. Victim profiles. Behavioral forecasts. And financial ledgers tied to IZO44.” Suddenly, the servers whirred louder. Lights intensified. A holographic projection materialized above the console: a silhouetted figure, features obscured.The voice that emerged was calm, synthesized yet commanding.

Chapter 1. Zombie (i) February twelve, Two thousand and twenty-seven. Eight o'clock. It was a very busy day at the Center for Disease and Pandemic District Hospital, Washington, DC. A big Laboratory and often used by the Militants. The building was so high and big, and had three entrances; The Front, Left Side, and Backside. It's painted with white colour and so many staff members work therein and each of them has his or her position. Luis George is forty-one years old and was born in Georgia. He is six-point forty-five feet tall with black hair and brown colored eyes. One could say he's slim.

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

I clicked to the company’s official website. The homepage was cold, elegant, too perfect. Footage of ports, glass towers, cargo ships, resorts, interactive maps, everything moving slowly like the world actually belonged to them and we were just allowed to look. Zane’s name appeared on the leadership page. Zenna on the board profile. A few other Romanos. No Zach. No photo. No profile. No “second son.” Nothing. I went back, opened another article.

I calmly cooed, taking a step toward her. She looked indecisive, narrowing her eyes in on me, and furrowing her brows in the process, "Who are you?" She murmured, "What are you?" Her voice was clearer as she asked those questions and I couldn't help but stare at her wide-eyed. It was such an odd question that I didn't expect from her. "What do you mean?" I asked, feigning unsureness, "My name is Zion Collins and although I said that I'm from Pluto, Angel face, I lied. I'm actually human."

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

They were all fixated on the site that had been taking up Mesya's time. "Are you sure you chose this photo? It's too sexy!" Zeline doubted. "Right, those guys think Zeline is a slut." Profile Name: ZelineZakeisha Age: 25y.o Country: Indonesia Account: Zeline.Z@hotmail.com I'm single, Happy ☻ The profile photo chosen by Mesya is the result of a Zeline photoshoot for an underwear brand. Mesya coded Fini to respond to Zeline and Vera's protests. Fini agreed to the idea of her other two friends to change the profile photo.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

“Do that again.” I tightened my grip. He did, too: his fingers pressed into the hollows just below my ribs, sharp enough to leave bruises in their wake. I hoped they did. I wanted this marked on me. I wanted him marked on me. My mate. The pull of the bond was undeniable. Colours sparked in my mind, invisible but brighter than any I’d ever seen before. He was the first gold of an autumnal dawn and the rich navy of the night sky. He was the bottle green of the pine trees scratching the horizon and the molten, eternal silver of the stars. Enzo was a thousand little fantasies of mine, each one more perfect, more dreamlike, than the last: the damp curls sticking to his temples; the firm muscle of