Zayden Ramos Novels & Stories

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.

You didn't response. Zayn : I'm okay ...let's go.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Thomas. I love her. I'm going to play with her right now." Aiden is still engrossed in unwrapping his gift. “Need a hand?” Thomas offers, and Aiden playfully rolls his eyes. I turn to them, stifling a chuckle with my hand. “No, I prefer to take my time,” Aiden explains, carefully peeling off another layer of wrapping paper. “Wow.” He's amazed. His mouth forms a small 'O' as he lifts his new remote-controlled car. It's sleek black with blue racing stripes, and the tires are massive.

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.”

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

Finally, Javier asked Devan to join the team in place of Zayden. ***

In the process, I was going to fuck her out of my system and forget she ever existed. I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. I hated the man I was about to call but I needed a favor which was rare for me. “Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “

Isaac attacked the boy, completely unprovoked, allegedly, and then bit his teacher, drawing blood when she tried to separate them. I toyed with the hem of my purse as Mr Beddows continued insulting Isaac, accusing of him all but killing this boy. Greyson's words rang in my ears. Come back as the Zoe Smithson I remember. I wasn't the same woman I once was. Kobe beat everything out of me, my confidence, my hopes, my ambition. I was a shadow, surviving day by day without ever really living.

Luna Claudia nodded in response and she shook her head, snapping herself out of whatever she was thinking. “You are right about that one,” Luna Claudia said, and Mario wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his chest. He looked at Ezra who was standing on the windowsill from the outside, staring out at the people. It was a habit that he often had, a trick that he taught me whenever he wanted to run was to jump out of these heights, and though I knew that I might never be as good as he was, I knew that he was impressed by how fast I learned. But then again, having a father like mine, despite not telling me who he was, I was still forced to train, athletically at least.