Zayden Ramos Novels & Stories

A the hotty, Ryan Damison walking in the corridor with the undernourished Raj, our department's head. Raj looks like a skinny matchstick while Ryan looks like a huge, thick matchbox. And looks hot, just like a freshly baked muffin coming right away from the oven. His chiseled jawline accentuates his sculpted face that is worth drooling. I want to save his face on my phone’s wallpaper. His shoulders are bulky and broad, muscularly squared and his sturdy hands are in the pocket of his navy blue pants, which remind of yesterday's incident. I hope I didn’t burn Hotty’s balls.

he said as he placed a file on his desk along with a key on top of it. “This is the key to your new office. And this file has the list of all your upcoming appointments.” “I don't understand, Beta Rodriguez. What am I supposed to do?” I asked him when he finally looked at me. “You are supposed to help in the orphanage and help newly found couples find suitable homes for themselves,” he answered, and I nodded my head. Knock knock. I turned towards the door when it opened to reveal Jasper. He bowed at us both as he stood behind me. “This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.”

Damien pushed Ariel 's thoughts aside and he went to get ready for the day. He had a long day ahead. When he was ready, he went outside to the field and he saw his pack members already waiting for him. Some were practicing playfully, while others like Jasmine and Alex were just talking to themselves. Alex was the first person to see Alpha Damien and he signaled to him to come over. Damien ignored Alex and he went to the center of the field and the other pack members turned their attention to him. He was the center of attention now and he looked around to see if they were all ready. He stretched and said to them, "let's begin." They all moved closer and started practicing.

Zayn looked down at Ramses from above without any attempt to conceal his contempt. Ramses felt nauseated from being furious. As the second-in-line in Hydrocure United, he held a highly respectable status in the organization other than being powerful as a fighter. He had never been humiliated like this before, so he almost lost his mind from being enraged. He shouted aloud wildly, “Zayn Larson! You son-of-a-b*tch! How dare you?! I swear that I’m going to kill you today!”

Is he still in the field? I overheard the freshies as I wait for them to finish. "Omg! His full name is Zack Jersey Mendoza Zendaya. He ranked one again. How amazing!" The curly girl said. She widened her eyes in amazement. I recalled having the same reaction the first time I saw his grades. "Oh, such an amazing guy. He tops almost all the subjects. Look, look, 98 for all the subjects he ranked first," her friend replied. Well, what can I say? I'm always proud of my best friend.

Matteo led me deeper, his hand low on my back, fingers digging in just enough to remind me who I belonged to tonight. Then the screams started. High-pitched, excited squeals from a group of girls near the bar. Champagne bottles popped like gunshots. And there he was. Zayden Romano. He emerged from a side door like he owned the city itself, surrounded by his men—tall, silent, lethal. He wore dark shades even indoors, a white shirt open at the collar, and black suit pants hugging his hips. Sleeves rolled up, revealing ink that crawled over his strong forearms. His hair fell across his forehead in that careless way that made my stomach flip.

"Alejandro!" Zara's thought process really said 📈📉📈 Also, I love Yasmeen's energy and confidence.

I can't have him in the same state just earlier. "Greetings, Luna and Alpha Coven." I jumped and almost stumbled back at the sudden appearance of a man wearing a blindfold right outside the carriage doors. It's a good thing Quinn was there to catch my back if he didn't have to run his mouth for an untold remark. "Told you." "I apologize for startling you. I am the Lycan King Caius's attendant, Beau." "Where's Raedan?" The guy beside me snaps causing me to glare at him.

“Well… she’s not wrong. I tried my best.” That was an understatement. I didn’t just “try.” I worked for it. Late nights, extra classes, balancing school and my social life perfectly. But still…I couldn’t hide my surprise. Mom barely noticed anything about me, even after I graduated from high school. Yet somehow, she had told him about my grades? That was Interesting. “I want you to attend Columbia University,” Ramsey continued smoothly. “That’s where Zayn is currently studying.” My grip on the fork tightened slightly. Columbia?

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”