Jumin X Zen Novels & Stories

"I'm Dad and Mom's child. How could I be a jinx? "Dad's business must have been poor today. He came home and yelled at me, saying I wasn't allowed to eat. He wanted to starve me for a few days to see if it would improve his business. "I got full marks on my exam today. I was so happy that I showed the paper to Mom, but when she saw me smiling, she slapped me right away. I will never smile again. I'm sorry. "Siena didn't do well on her exam. She said I broke her pen, but I only touched it. I didn't mean to. She locked me out and made me stand outside. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Not everyone in this room trusted him. “I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.”

[SHORT ALTERNATE UNIVERSE STORY of Sevastian Claude x Zen Alfonso] **This is not in any way related to the main story. Zen's POV I am Zen Alfonso. A 30 year-old part time worker, and proudly a full-time MOONINE fanboy. Moonine is a rising K-pop boy group that has been receiving more praise nowadays because of their good talents but I have been a consistent st4r (name of fandom) since their rookie days.

"Okay, let's see how long you can handle my cutie-pie Smith, and I know you very well." "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Although Judy snorts jokingly, she can't help but be drawn to Smith's character. She views him as a kind person and finds intellectual hobbies like his love of books to be particularly alluring. Standing before the mirror in Ellen's mansion, he contemplates his plan to bring Rylee home to meet his friends. His hope is that by introducing her as his friend, the issue with his mother might finally be resolved. Just then, his college friend and trusted assistant, Zen, enters the room. Known for his kindheartedness and exceptional organizational skills, Zen was appointed by his mother

My hair is raised in the most ridiculous style and his hair is slicked back, perfect as ever. I turn it over and in a nice cursive handwriting, the names; Hazel Chestnut and Jamie Johnson are written with a date: July 16th. What does this mean? The lifetime sh*t Jamie spoke of springs easily to mind. So, we reincarnated? That's not something I ever believed in but this seems so real. 'Could be a prank Jamie and Brit are playing on you' my subconscious points out. Yeah, she's right; anyone with a laptop can edit something like this, right?

Low and dreamy. The driver's grumbling had her digging into her pocket bringing out a few crumpled notes and handing them over to him. Still grumbling the driver zoomed off leaving puffs of smoke after him. The girl turned finally, taking in the house and her eyes met Emma's... Pale brown and fluid. Emma could bet she could swim in it. "Hey. I'm Jemi" ********************** Okay, firstly this doesn't look like an apartment someone could rent. But that was it right. *BLOCK 105*. It was just a big flat. Jemi felt heartbroken. This looked like a family house.

"Damn. If these are the comp tickets the team gets, I'm gonna need you to introduce me to some of Daniel's friends." "Daniel?" the girl in front of us turns around and asks. "Daniel Zavaro?" She'd be pretty if she wasn't giving us such a sneer. Long, glossy dark hair, big blue eyes ringed with black, pouty pink lips, and a killer rack. She looks like a super model. A bitchy one, but a supermodel nonetheless. "Yeah," Geni says with a smile. She either doesn't notice the death glares from this chick, or she's trying to kill her with kindness. My money is on the latter. "He's dating my friend Quincy here."

As she expected, Zivon paid her kiss no heed, and simply returned to his seat before indifferently saying, “Everyone has distinct essences, no matter how alike they may look.” “…That can’t be the only thing, right, Chairman Burton? They look exactly the same to me! There must be some other way you recognized them! Come on, I’m dying of curiosity here!” replied Zaui. His statement made Zivon’s eyes momentarily deepen. While Zivon would’ve had a bit more trouble recognizing Jenna if her twin was anyone else, it was no challenge for him to be able to tell who Xavia was. After all, Xavia’s eyes were always much brighter, more apprehensive, and tenacious compared to other women.