Sub Zero Extabyte Face Novels & Stories

he moistened, as saliva and blood driped from his lips. He came up with all strength against the ground, not flat on the belly fall. His green eyes flickered uncontrolled. “Zieh... you... back, Jada!” The whipmaker came a step closer. Clicking his heavy military boots rhythmically on the concrete. He didn't pay attention to the suffering Apex. His red, mechanical eye was fixed to me. “Interesting,” he muttered. “Subject Zero does not respond to the usual aggression Increase. His brain waves show protective instincts. The compatibility rate of this

He even met her gaze. They seem to be competing at the glaring challenge. And who gave up on making eye contact will lose. "Eh, who are you?" Zannie asked. She was able to lower her voice which meant that the tension she had felt before had subsided. She was terrified at the sight of this man. At the same time, the nice view of his face is angry and turning crimson due to annoyance. "I'm Howard Fontafella, CEO of Satire Life Inc.— the most successful company in Asia."

In a dark room, the same news was telecasting. The person who was watching the news picked a picture from the table which was infront of him. The picture was of Zoya in which she was looking like a college girl with short hair, the person caresses Zoya's face.

Zara's smile was child-like and her laughter was unburdened and light as she shared her holiday experience with them. Her breathy laughter filled the air, and soon, the entire girls surrounded her. Some girls showed off their new diamond earrings that had cost them a fortune, their fortune. ********* Tranquility returned to the atmosphere as the teacher scribbled her final words on the board. It was the end of class and she assigned everyone to their partners for the homework. She placed Ronnie, Rosaleen, Zoe, Zara and Audrey in the same team. The janitor's death became the topic of the class as soon as the teacher stepped out.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

Born in New York in the United States of America and works as Director at Center For Disease and Pandemic District Hospital, Washington, DC. She is six point eighty feet tall. Her hair—whine deep-coloured and eyes colour black. She is chubby and intelligent. After going through the report that was given to her by Luis, She placed a call to the Mr President Office; an order was given by the Mr. president to find the community and blow it off completely. But Luis George felt reluctant to the order because he wants them to find a solution to it. Such as creating a vaccine. Luis gave that information because he thought they could get a cure for those zombies, but Jane wanted them to kill all the

He was Gab's ex-fiancee. "Zendaya, Zack Jersey Mendoza." He stared with annoyance in his face though he was wearing a mask. "I'm jealous." I managed to crack a laugh that didn't reach my eyes. "Why would Lauyton Diem Elarde be jealous of him?" I looked at Zack. I watched the beat of his heart on the monitor screen before moving my eyes to the ICP monitor that indicated his minimal brain activity. If this will continue, he might fall into a vegetative state. I'm hoping it would not result in that.

Two different person, but with the same face. @cycy

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.