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"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

' My phone pinged as I tapped on it to view the notification 'You'll be late for the party' it was a message sent from Austin That's when I realized that today is Zee's birthday and I was supposed to be there......

So then, Y stands for Yen, and Z is my name. Surprisingly, XYZ’s Coffee Shops have become popular since I left the country. I only had three branches when I left, but now it has multiplied into 30 branches nationwide. Perhaps, its success comes from being a famous motivational speaker. I stand before hundreds of people almost every night here and abroad, and this job has rewarded me with huge and easy markets for my products.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

“Continue.” “No, it’s ok,” I said, smiling. “I just came down for some mousse and a drink.” “I couldn’t resist either,” Zander said, lifting his bowl. I giggled. “Izzy, you have the cutest giggle,” Zander advised. “Thank you,” I said, blushing again.

I grab that too scurrying to the sitting room where everybody's seated on the floor with one or two snacks. l look down at the things I'm holding. I'm holding four junks in my hands and not small like big ones. when it comes to normal food I don't really eat but junks I am a monger. literally a monger a big one at that. I took my seat beside Cody who shifts a little for me and help me put down my stuff . I'm wedged between two guys as the arrangement " sorry " I mutter to Derek who is on my left side. just in case I'm disturbing him

Zie One month has passed but my life is still miserable, my mom keeps on using my body for her pleasure and I could do nothing but be a good son and let her use my body because he always threatened me that she will replace me with Zuck if I don't give her what she wants, I don't want Zuck to experience the hell that I am experiencing right now so I take a blind eye to what she's doing to me.

Making my head spin, while sending my senses and nerves into overdrive. It's Zane, well it's his scent. He smells like the forest after rain and cinnamon. Not the sugary sweet kind, but the hot and spicy kind. Like red hots or fireball whisky, my favorite kind. 'Mate' sounds off in my head for the second time in my life. Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.

I curled up on the couch, feeling my body burn up, but at the same time, it grew colder. It was unbearable. I dialed Mom's number without thinking. "Mom… I feel really awful. My chest… hurts." I barely managed to say the words. "What did you say? Wait! Two of spades? Raise!" Mom's impatient voice came through. "Sharon, stop being so difficult. I'll pick you up in a few days! Remember, don't be too happy. I'm on a winning streak today!" The call ended abruptly. I chuckled bitterly. Yeah, I was the jinx. Mom said I couldn't be happy. I had to stay miserable so the family could have good luck.

"This was a birthday present Hans gave me last year." I gripped the gunwale tightly, my nails digging into my palms. This also happened in my past life; she deliberately emphasized Hans's special treatment to her in front of everyone, while I could only force a smile like a fool. I heard my own calm voice. "How is that possible? It's just a bag; it's worth it." Winnie's expression stiffened. Just then, the barbed wire snapped with a piercing sound. "Roar!" The first zombie broke through the defenses, its rotting fingers grabbing the edge of the deck as it climbed up!