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Nothing she hadn’t seen before. “Damnit Azria, you just had to have the last of it!” She said pissed off. Abigail noticed the throw up on the floor. “I’m not cleaning up your puke. If you can’t handle your shit that’s on you.” Azria didn’t say a word. Usually he was out of the “zombie stage” that happened when it hit your system. But he was absolutely silent.

"Don't take it wrong. I wanna help you but please tell me the details of where you came from. We might help." Alyssa looked at Zane then sighed. "Okay we have been wondering on what happened that night. So if you say you can help us find answers then that's great. Where can I start.... okay let me just start from the begining. Our village was named Zimicah," she watched as the three men looked at each other with confusion. She continued on, "Surprised huh we were surprised as well. It is now that we have seen the land this far that I realise Zimicah was no where normal. All those gigantic trees with those multicoloured leaves, those giants birds everything about it doesn't make sense anymore

Alina cooed in a comforting tone. I grimaced, "How do you know. There's no telling what I sent him into. I didn't think this through properly and he fucking agreed to this dumb idea. What have I done?" I ran ahead through my hair, tousling it further. "I can still feel him, his energy, so that means he's doing just fine. He's a fighter Zion. Unlike your mother, he was built for war. I hate to say it, but he stands a higher chance here so have faith in the odds." Her voice was so emotionless. The stoic expression masking her face seemingly odd. I knew it was because of the dark magic.

The old, brittle wood sounded as if it splintered from the force. Soft sobs escaped from Zach’s lips as his head hung low. We watched on, the sound of his silent pleas to the Goddess to save him interrupting the content silence that fell over us, “Wish we had some popcorn,” Chaos elbowed my side before wrapping an arm around my shoulder, “Two excruciatingly long years, and we’re just now bonding,” he pulled me close, “I’m going to fuck Lilliana so good as a reward.”

Once convinced, he sat, powered on the system, and began typing at a speed that would make a concert pianist jealous. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the image of that red-coated silhouette still carved into my mind. I knew that kind of gaze. Calculating, deliberate. Not a fan, not the press. Something quieter. More controlled. A threat wrapped in stillness. And it worked. “You know,” Zach said without looking away from his screens, “sometimes I wish Zoe had been born a cat. Easier to control. Wouldn’t turn my cookie dough into a beauty product.” “Zoe’s just life training,” I said. “Prepping you for every worst-case scenario.”

"Be thankful I already recovered from the passing of my friend. If not, I will not be able to tolerate your presence. And you even bring a human with you. I am surprised you still did not bit her. The last time I recall, the taste of their blood is like a drug in your nose. What is the sudden change of heart?" Zachary faked a laugh. "Everyone called it a change of diet. I stopped sucking human blood. I do not like it anymore." Winona rolled her eyes, not believing him. "You? The great warrior Zachary went vegan? I do not think so. You are lying." Zachary changed position and was now in front of the woman. Grasping some loose strand of her hair, he put it on the woman's ear. "I promise in the

It was time to go home anyway, and they had stayed an hour past their shift. As they walked towards the exit, Dryzza sensed a change in Zach's demeanor. She couldn't pinpoint how, but he seemed to transform into a different person when discussing Takumi's case. Zachary, once one of the most renowned detectives in his field, had become a subject of controversy after the Takahashi case. Dryzza had been a fan of his; however, as a devoted Christian, she began to question his credibility when he started delving into paranormal theories. "Where are we going?" She inquired, her voice tinged with urgency as they settled into Zach's car.

“Oh, for Goddess’ sake, it’s just a protein shake.” I drank it empty. It wasn’t bad, unlike the first one. “It’s good. I tasted lime.” “I told you,” Zarah said proudly. “So, you’re also part of this plan?” I asked her faintly. “I can’t go with you, but I can make a master key.” “Damn, I wish I could do that,” Lyon reacted. “What are you going to open? A locked heart?” “You should use it to your heart, witch. Your heart seems locked up and frozen somewhere in the Arctic.”

When her best friend Jane got a massage few days ago, she had recounted the experience and she didn’t stop talking about how perfect the guy assigned to her had eaten her out till she shook with orgasm. As soon as the door opened, it revealed a nicely built man. She smiled. “Good—“ “You are Zachariah right?” She interrupted him. “Yes.” He smiled. “My best friend told me about you. So I want the same treatment.” Zendaya said. Zachariah arched his brows. “Perhaps is your best friend, Jane?” He asked, picking up a bottle of oil. “Yes. You remember her right?!” She gasped. “Yeah. We were together last night. And she filled me in about telling her so called best friend about me.” He replied.

Decades in the making, passed down from generation to generation, crafting the perfect hostile take over. I had never intended to fall for a girl. My focus was the mission. Overthrow the humans rule one of the zombie hordes as king. It was what I had spent years building towards. Then I met Lacy with her medium length mocha brown hair in layers with messy bangs, hazel eyes, a pretty face, a coca-cola body figure, and nice sized boobs. She was a book nerd but had a little edge to her style. Torn-up jeans, black shirts, black painted nails, and black canvas shoes. Lacey Thorne was the things my sex dreams were made of. Sweet, innocent, totally capable, with a slight edge to her.