Trading In The Zone Novel Free Novels & Stories

"Sa tingin ko mayroong isang maliit na tindahan ng libro malapit sa shopping district, ito ay nasa dulo ng kalsada." Agad akong tumayo at hinila si Zen. “Tara! We need the recipe book!” I shouted in excitement. Zen look at me and chuckled. “Marunong ka bang magluto?” he teased. I rolled my eyes at him but smiled. “Huh! Baka mahimatay ka pag natikman mo luto ko!” With that, I dragged Zen in the middle of the shopping district. I was about to pull him on the right when I felt such gravity. Muntik pa akong madapa dahil sa sa biglaang pagtigil nito.

“You’re asking for The Zone?” “Yes.” Dorian’s tone dropped, colder now. “You know what that means.” “I know exactly what it means,” Lanvin said. The Zone wasn't a child's play. It was something dangerous and deadly. It is a place in the game where players lose themselves to speed, strength, violence. No rules. No mercy. You crushed bones if you had to. You kept going until one couldn’t stand anymore. And players were advised to indulge in it except professionals. “You could die,” Dorian spat out, even though he was happy he had brought the idea. It'll be his opportunity to deal with Lanvin in the most brutal way ever..

A trade using herself as currency, a trade trampling her self-respect and dignity underfoot. “I’m not too greedy. I just need one year. Just protect me safely for one year, then we go our separate ways. I promise not to bother you for another second.” Aaron’s gaze swept over her body, his eyes cold as he assessed merchandise. He spoke with indifference, “You want my help? Then at least, show me your sincerity, shouldn’t you?” Zoe understood what he wanted. She slowly got out of bed, walked over, and knelt before him. Her slender, pale fingertips delicately touched the edge of his towel.

“I’m here.” The words came out flat. But his fingers pressed my waist a little harder, and the real message lived in that pressure: if someone wants to take something from you, they go through me first. I swallowed and lifted my chin. Sarcasm clawed for an exit; it was the only survival instinct I had left. “Great,” I muttered. “Because I just traded a romantic sunset for a criminal telenovela.” Zane’s mouth twitched. Not a smile. More like a promise. “We’re going back.” He glanced toward the resort, then back at me. “You stay with me.”

Zayn's POV I could control everything except her. The thought struck like a fault line through calm. Control had always been my oxygen, the thing that kept the rest of the world in order, but she slipped through it like smoke. The thought came while I sat in front of eight trading screens. Numbers crawled across glass in different currencies. Tokyo. London. New York. Flashing profits blinked like distant stars. Deals I had buried months ago surfaced quietly, closing themselves as if the world obeyed an unseen hand. Mine.

Alphas would swoop down on a screaming omega in packs, using the female's body roughly and relentlessly for their pleasure until her estrus finally subsided. We saw this firsthand in Orchid O'Neal's neurotransmitter recording. And I saw it once with my own eyes during a recon mission right in the center of the Zone. With my eyes closed, I try to visualize the outside world we are flying over. By this time, the arid lands have given way to an entirely different landscape of lush, wild meadows and patches of dense forest. The truth is that the natural beauty of the Zone is breathtaking. It's nothing like the claustrophobic, seething atmosphere of the city hive.

We walked out of the surveillance room and stood by the window at the end of the hallway. Zach looked down at me since I was shorter and wearing slippers. “About the thing you mentioned yesterday, I’m fine with it,” I said weakly. He pretended not to understand and asked, “What thing?” Zach still acted clueless after he got what he wanted. But since I was in the wrong, I reluctantly answered, “The matter of transferring your shares.” “So, you’re okay with letting Cecilia join Yonder Trading just to protect your friend?”