Project Zorgo Leader Novels & Stories

Liza answered. More pack members came in and took their seats. The lead warrior came in last; he was a tall and big wolf with broad shoulders and huge arms that looked like they would rip every shirt he wore. He took his seat next to PJ but his eyes were fixed on Zoe, he followed every movement she made with his eyes, he was staring to a point that others noticed, even JP. ‘Stop staring at her this much, you will make her uncomfortable.’ JP mixed linked the warrior.

"You should take my spot now." Zoren’s whole body tensed up. He clenched his fists under the table while carefully thinking of the proper words to say as a response. If he was asked to do this before, he would nod and agree as soon as he heard the word. Heck, before being transported to Verena, he was basically there. But now he was not able to even think about it. He can't really imagine himself as the king, the new alpha, or the leader of all the powerful beings. Zoren couldn’t see himself as the one who held the most powerful opinion. The one who has the final decision

It’s an attempt to put an end to Henmulga’s arrogance. Henmulga sighed dramatically, moving past her to sit on the chair in the middle. Tracing the pattern of the mat coating the chair’s armrest, she said, “You’re to annihilate the sinners lurking in the mountains of Zorphe. This is a confidential case, so assure yourself that no witnesses shall live from here forward.” “How many are they and what’s their profile?”

And among their ranks was Jorg Zayas, the leader of a covert guild within Sage Lake Sect—specifically one in charge of wetwork and other clandestine tasks Jorg was himself a formidable Birthright rank elite, a blood knight whom no one in Southstream would dare cross. Whenever he showed up, a massacre would ensue. And for some reason, Eron felt fear as soon as he saw the bloody black machete Jorg was holding. He quickly pushed Aria away and respectfully beckoned for Jorg to take a seat on the couch. "To what do we owe the pleasure, Mr. Zayas?" he asked tentatively. "What? Don't you know?" Jorg smiled even as he remained standing, his bloodthirsty gaze flashing viciously as he raised his black

"Tell them to take those silver robes and turn them into blankets. I didn't rip my heart out to sit on an obsidian chair and tell people when to eat. If they want a leader, they can look at each other." "It’s not that simple, Sofia," Zilo said, checking his scanner. "The city’s infrastructure is a mess. We have the knowledge to rebuild, but we don't have the authority to distribute resources without a central voice. If the Covenant of Ashes starts dictating terms, we’re just the Queen with better intentions. They need someone they trust. Someone who has bled for them."

Victor frowned and said, “The Deluxe Parkside Project is the first project that Ms. Gardner has led. She, more than anyone else, hopes that this project can be completed perfectly. “Everyone, don’t worry. Ms. Gardner will settle this issue.” Stefano looked disdainful and sneered. “Oh, really? We’ll see.” Korah’s gaze was cold. Stefano’s father was the second-largest shareholder of the company. Originally, he was supposed to be the chairman. However, with the Deluxe Parkside Project in her hands, she bested him. It seemed like Stefano still had not moved on from it. Alfred, Team One’s leader, and Hamilton, the head of the Human Resource Department had sided with him.

She couldn’t make him see that she was still there, still ready to fight for him if only he would let her. And so, Karina had come to terms with it. Slowly, the pieces of her life that had once felt shattered began to fall back into place. She still had her purpose—her duties as a leader of Zorana, her responsibility to the people who depended on her. There was still something worth fighting for, something more important than her heartbreak. But even in her new sense of focus, she couldn't shake the emptiness that remained. ---

she said. Billie looked at his phone. Her face is on his screen. He’s playing the part seriously. Zofi meets her new team in her new office. She looks around hoping not see anyone similar to Jiro. “Are we all here?” she asked. “Ah yeah. This is the entire team. We maintain a small one but once someone leaves, we immediately replace them,” Lizzie, her team leader said. “This is perfect, Lizzie!” Zofi said.

She bowed. Not deeply. Not theatrically. But with unmistakable respect. “You fought with intelligence,” Zora said aloud. “And restraint. That’s leadership.” The whispers changed tone. “She earned that.” “That wasn’t luck.” “She didn’t overpower her. She outthought her.” Zora turned to Jayden. “The training group needs her perspective,” she said. “She understands limits. And pain. She fit as the leader and am willing to accept it” Jayden’s expression remained unreadable. He raised his hand again, silencing the crowd.

The man sat and heaved a sigh of relief. “You must have thought you got away easily back there, But did Jamie here not tell you I control everything in this part of the world?” He asked. Jamie? Who was he talking about? Bron clenched his fist and was staring at the man that had helped. That was when I realized what was going on too, he was Jamie. And he most definitely works for the rouge leader. “Allow me to properly introduce myself. I am Gordon, Leader of the fire clan and I rule this part of the world, whilst you nobles drink and sleep in the cities. You are in my world now.” He stated.