Julius Zimmerman Novels & Stories

' At that moment, Zimmer's mind was a complete mess. Zimmer wanted to kick that asshole, Buff Lestrade, very badly, but he could not do that at the moment. He stepped forward and knelt in front of Wilbur without hesitation and pleaded anxiously, "My name is Zimmer Denmark, and I wasn't aware of your arrival, sir. Please forgive me." That caught Buff and his cronies completely off guard and their jaws were practically on the floor. Zimmer meddled in politics and business in the Eastern Sun District, and anyone would pay their respects to him. His fame in combat was also undeniable.

"Aaron Zimmers can't even afford to pay out your salaries. Why do you care about his mess? Here, tell everyone that Aaron Zimmers tried to pimp his girlfriend in return for investment but was apprehended in the end. "If you do a good job spreading this news, I'll give each of you 5,000 dollars!" In a split second, the security officers switched sides. All of them knew that Zimmers Corporation was in a precarious situation, and it would be silly to miss out on this reward. Lauren and Joseph kicked in such a ruckus that they looked like a street carnival. As Serena hid in a corner and watched the estranged couple, she suddenly regretted coming over with them.

After that, Irina invited the man to sit in the reception area. Before the coffee even arrived, the man introduced himself. "Ms. Charlton, it's nice to meet you. My name is Luther Zimmerman. I'm a Taurus, 27 years old, and I'm in real estate." That single sentence made Irina feel awkward all over again. Lately, her uncle's wife, Racheal Cyrus, had been saying she wanted to set Irina up on blind dates. However, she was not even divorced yet. There was no way she could go on blind dates.

I looked back at my laptop screen, where the Solis Botanicals traffic chart was still climbing with a steep, green line pointing straight up to the ceiling. I walked slowly over to the door, my hand hovering over the heavy brass deadbolt. My grandfather was a cynical, rotten old man, but he wasn't wrong about how the Zimmermans operated. Desmond didn't compromise. He didn't lose. If he found out about Maison Nova, he wouldn't just watch me leave from the sidelines. He’d buy the whole stadium just to control the score. I grabbed the lock, twisted it with a sharp, violent clack, and yanked the door open, ready to march down that hallway and throw the analytics data right in his arrogant, exhau

Nixon- ~~~~~~~One year later~~~~~~~ “When your opponent comes at you low, it leaves them open for your wolf to attack them from high” Luca calls over the grunts of the sparing teams “When your opponent comes in low it leaves their neck and spine exposed” I stand by as he moves around the mats correcting stances. “What do you think” he asks me as he approaches. “Justine Wilkins is favoring her left knee more then she was yesterday, send her to the doc and get her checked out.”

She never came out of her room yesterday, not for food, not to catch up on her pack duties. Nothing. When I tried to get into the room and talk to her she wouldn’t say anything, just kept the door locked and the tv up really loud. Don’t get me wrong, I have a key to the door. But the goal is for her to want to talk to me again, and barging into the room where I'm not wanting just might not be the answer. She let Creed in the room long enough to give her food and restock her snacks in the mini fridge. He said she looked awful, her hair is a mess and there’s trash all over the room. It’s been days since she’s left the room and everytime he goes in there to give her food he said it smells like

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

“It’s about you and Ziva.” That made him pause. “Ziva?” he repeated, placing his sword gently against the sideboard. “What about her?” “I saw you both earlier,” Nivera said. “I was... watching from the corridor. You looked comfortable with her. You laughed. You seemed close.” Valerian looked unimpressed as he disrobed, folding his tunic and setting it aside. “Nothing important. We talk. She’s my Beta.” He moved to the side of the bed, expecting the conversation to end there, but Nivera didn’t stop. Her voice was soft but persistent.

IN HELL, WE ARRIVE MAY 26, 2021 ZACK "What were you thinking?!" "Don't listen to him; he's brilliant at manipulating us, just like you said. So anything he says will only end up being a lie." Julius murmured, but he didn't look me in the eye.

“You spoke well, I think you may have even convinced them to like you.” “Thanks Deano, your compliments never disappoint.” I scoffed, peering up at him. He met my eye-roll with a grin that stretched to his hazel eyes, lighting up his face in that way that made him look less murderer and more golden retriever. He wrapped his arm around my waist, earning him a raised eyebrow from Julius which he saw but ignored.