Zayden Borders 소설 & 이야기

Zayn asked, confounded. Strangely, Shaelyn was just as shocked. “Didn’t you know? We’re staying at the northernmost border this time—in the same room.”

I said, mocking Caden. “In my defence and with all due respect, Serena’s the one people come from far and wide to see. You my friend, asked me for help because Serena was overworking herself over “your” pack.” Caden emphasised. “Just tell what you want, Caden.” I asked, already tired from the small back and forth Ardan and his friend were having. Caden then strode to the map and placed his hand over the western ridge—the very spot he’d harped on since he arrived. “That border. There’s something wrong again.”

In a game where you have to kill your friends and family just to win and survive, no one really wins at all. “Use it, Zayden. Save yourself.” Yekaterina said, when Zayden just stayed rooted where he is sitting. He looks lost in a trance, unable to move. He had laid down Blaize’s body on the ground beside Minerva and he sat down there leaning against the wall, staring into nothing.

But you know how these things work, as long as he's in the midst of guys like Stephan and Zyaire, his beauty doesn't count much. Zyaire had seven friends, Stephan being number one. Except for Stephan, Tommy, and Jiro, the rest of his friends weren't much to look at. Jiro is an American Japanese. His mother is of Japanese origin. He is quiet, loves smiling with his eyes closed, silently offering his friends his chips, and almost always playing games on his phone. From what Zayne told me, he is the only one apart from Stephan he could tolerate, the only one among Zyaire's friends who genuinely cared about Zyaire. But you know Zayne, he still hates the guy because he can't stand people.

"By the way, I'm at the main gate waiting for the door to open." Before I could finish talking, the gate opened and I slipped through it. I stood there for a while, watching the huge compound. The Blacks are one of the richest people in New York so it wasn't a surprise to see the kind of house they live in. I knew every corner of the building, I knew Mr. and Mrs. Black's room, I knew Stephanie's room but not Zayn's. He was the only one who I didn't know about his room. Zayn was notorious. At 18 he was already involved in keeping a bad gang around him, he smokes, and he fucked any girl he wants without even thinking about STDs. I mean, what if he contracted a dangerous disease during his rend

Territories marked in dark ink,borders,patrol routes. Places I recognized and many I didn't. Zayden stood behind the desk. He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were on one of the maps, one finger tracing a border line slowly while his jaw worked in the tight controlled way of someone thinking through something they didn't like the answer to. He let me stand there for a long moment. Then he looked up. "Sit," he said. I sat in the chair across the desk from him. He straightened and looked at me fully. Gray eyes moving through my face, my shoulder, my hands folded in my lap.

“Well.” Both turned toward me. I stood from my chair. “To think. I didn’t even bring popcorn.” A small forced chuckle escaped me. Nobody laughed. Zayden slowly raised his head and locked his eyes onto mine. For the first time all evening, he looked completely defeated. “I’m not asking for me.” His voice barely rose above a whisper. He pointed toward Raiden. “I’m asking for him. Please. Talk to her. Ask her to give him a chance.” His eyes dropped. “At least delay the move. Just a few days.” The desperation in his voice was impossible to miss. Zayden wasn’t trying to save himself. He already knew he might have lost everything. He was trying to save his brother instead.

I saw her mom sighing. "Hi, little girl!" I heard her exclaim and then waved at Zyra. "Hailey, stay here. I'll just answer this." I heard her mom said and she just nodded. Her mom left her and answered the phone call. "I am Hailey Leigh and you are?" She asked Zyra and Zyra didn't respond. I saw her looking at the bunch of foods the little girl is holding. "Oh, you want these? Okay. You can have it. I am full." She added and then gave Zyra the paper bag she is holding. I saw Zyra quickly grabbed it.

Ronan sat on a raised stone dais across from me, his legs crossed, watching me with a look of clinical fascination. "Where is Zayden?" I rasped, my throat feeling like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper. "Zayden is currently tearing through the northern woods, slaughtering decoys and losing his mind," Ronan said, standing up and gliding toward me. His movements were different from Zayden’s—where Zayden was a landslide, Ronan was a snake. "He’s so predictable. He leads with his heart, which makes it so very easy to cut it out."

She dressed quickly and was out of her room before she had finished deciding to be and found Zane already in the corridor moving toward her like he had known she would appear the moment the message landed. "Caden," she said. "Already knows," Zane said. "He is with his father." "What does seven miles past the border mean?" "It means she is inside Shadowfang territory," Zane said evenly. "Willingly. Which confirms everything we suspected and gives us the evidence we could not get before." He said it with the controlled tone he used for serious things and she matched it, walking beside him toward the study, keeping her breathing steady and her thoughts in order because falling apart right now w