Zayden Ramos Novels & Stories

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."

Zayden asked impatiently the moment I walked into the room and into the balcony. The view from up here was perfect and I wondered just why I never visited this part of the room before. "It went well, thankfully," I said and took a seat beside Zayn. He pulled me closer instead and wrapped his arms around me. "Tell us what his name is." I sighed running a hand through my hair as I gathered my resolve to tell them. "Ross Wren." "Huh? What kind of a name is that?" Zayden laughed as he asked and we glared at him.

"You don't have to say anything now. Just let it all out" Zayden Kendall, I will destroy you. I swear it.

Cami Rodriguez=18 Dylan Delrama=19 Gabe Montero=19 Nate Guevarra=19 Ian Cole Mercado=18 Zaki Delrama=18 Stella Toralba- Kerwyn Leford Del Fero=*18, Zaneah Lynn Indelcio(Lynn Severio)(Lindsey Montero)=17, Denforth Ardy Del Fero=19, Jervis Ghazi Del Fero=17, Kezen Aslani Indelcio=16, Sharian Roden Indelcio=18, Stan Elthen Indelcio=19*, Clarence "Clai" Zamora-20, Sid Dalton-Stygian's Brain. Feline Zamora-18, Layla Rivera-18 Drew Samonte-18 & Aiden 18- Phem Montes=21, Craig Alegre= Ethan Garcia= Izzy Montero=17 Theron Morales=18* Haidei Castillo=19 Rian Flores=17

Ada was mid-rant about a brand she hated when someone called out behind them. “Yo! Ada?” A tall guy in streetwear jogged over—jean jacket, chain, camera bag slung over his shoulder. His smile was wide, his eyes shaded by dark designer sunglasses. Ada turned and squealed. “No way—Zay Cruz?!” Zay laughed. “Damn, you recognize me!” “Of course I do! You’re blowing up like crazy. Your transitions are sick!” Ada gushed, flipping her hair. Andrew stood silently, hands in his pockets, watching the two embrace briefly. He recognized the name—Zay Cruz, content creator, TikTok-famous for editing tricks, collaborations, and thirst traps. Over 2 million followers last he checked.

"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

Danika Williams It was a tiring day, I was on the ramp all day, with those hot lights blasting on my face and high heels which I think were invented to murder feet. I just wanted to go home, shower and have sex with Henry. Henry wasn’t my friend or my boyfriend. He was a guy I have sex with sometimes when I am not dating anyone. He is totally gorgeous but unfortunately he is a dolt. You can’t have a normal conversation with him, his IQ is that low. But its good sex, also he just leaves after we are done so I don’t have to worry about getting rid of him like some other guys.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

"Questions, questions, questions, I have many of those too. But let us start with the ones I can answer. My name is Zariel, and I am an angel. I just teleported you right from your bedroom to this place. And lest I forget, I stopped you from destroying all those many humans with your angel light." Rademos chuckled wryly. "Sorry, did you just say I wanted to destroy my family and friends with angel light? I'm not an angel, sir. You must be mistaken." "Really?" Zariel stepped closer, and before Rademos realized what had happened, he was already holding Rademos's chin in his hand and staring at him closely. Rademos recoiled. "Don't touch me!" "I wonder which of my siblings must have fathered or