Your My Zing Novels & Stories

This is Z---Zeus Harper, this is me… Broken and shattered and everything but together.

---- Two weeks later, Somewhere in-country J, ken was getting ready to go to the new restaurant that he established last year. He named it according to what Eiji suggested to him 'Ma-Sa-Ya' when translated in English it means happy. He learned about this word from one of his classmates in college who is a half-Filipino living in country J. It was the same restaurant where they celebrated Eiji's birthday and graduation celebration.

Flashback(10 Years Ago) I hear the front door open and close. Mommy’s home. Chowders sound asleep. He stopped crying a while ago, I think he feels better. Quickly, I grab my test off the table and sprint down the stairs. “Good Evening, mommy” I beam, my smile so wide that my jaw begins to hurt soon. Mommy just nods in acknowledgment as she starts taking off her shoes. “I got a high score on my Math test today” I inform, proudly holding up my B-minus

One more word and I will toss you out the window. Zach winked at me. "Worth it."

Madam Song, don’t worry, I can do it. Song Ling smiled, extending her hand. "Then, Zelda Liamson, welcome to join the Black fashion modelling Company." My heart soared as I shook her hand, my eyes shining like stars. I turned to Jim, gratitude overflowing. "Thank you, Mr. Nan." My hair was a little dishevelled, my cheeks flushed, but my eyes were bright with a renewed sense of purpose. I felt alive, and vibrant, like the woman I was meant to be. Jim's gaze was intense, his expression unreadable. He simply nodded.

I sighed. My life needs help

"Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you." I shrugged my shoulders. "Hmm, it wasn't so bad." Tyler laughed. "How can I impress you? Tell me, Elizabeth. I've done everything." "Well ..." I was going to answer but then my cell phone vibrated in my pocket announcing a message. I took it out and checked. It was an email. Oh. My. God.

ever caught chapped. Sayya's smile softened as she focused on the teacup in front of her, carefully she reached out and picked it up by the delicate handle making sure that her pinky stuck out, she raised the rim to her lips slowly and took a small sip before she set the cup down on the saucer. She raised her gaze to meet Aunt Zarah's which held pride and admiration. "I did well, didn't I?". She said, her eyes twinkling with delight. Aunt Zarah smiled and nodded.

Then Michael sight a crown that was draw on the van, he remember that most of the zombies that attack them were stab with a knife, that has the symbol of crown on it. "Who are you people?" Michael asked again. The person holding the mic reply "Is that how to say thank you to the people that helped you? anyways We are the virus! We are the zombies!!."