Zed After Novels & Stories

Grandma Zora placed a hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Do it now.” "I, Vespa, formally reject Zeke and Ziah as my mates. I release you both from our bond, and I no longer desire a romantic relationship with you. I wish you peace and hope you find true love in the future. I also hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.” Ziah's hand clutched his heart, and he let out a painful growl, the most painful sound I've ever heard in my life, while Zeke went on his knees with his head bowed to the ground.

"Leave first thing tomorrow. I'll give you an artifact. Use it to find the statue of the corrupted spirit and shatter it. That should break the spell. The person who set the trap will be undone by their own scheme and dead within a day. Don't worry about them. Evil people get what they deserve." I nodded, said goodbye to Cassandra, and went back to my room alone. I hugged my knees on the bed, my eyes cold. 'Just wait,' I thought. 'I will make you pay.' I followed Cassandra's instructions and said goodbye to my grandmother first thing the next morning, heading back to the city. I stared at the artifact she had given me. It was a snake bracelet so lifelike it seemed to coil around my wrist as

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

Zariel's POV A huge smile spread across my face the moment Talia’s words sank in. Dead? Zade was finally dead? I couldn’t help it—this was definitely something to celebrate. “Dead?” I repeated, my voice barely audible. “Are you sure about this?” I really tried to keep my smile out of my voice. Talia was the kind of person who could pick up on the tiniest shifts in tone and I didn't want her to catch even a hint of it. She always seemed to hear more in the way things were said than in the words themselves.

Darlene stated, “In case something was adjusted while putting together the final design, there will still be time to adjust it again.” “Yes, madam.” Meanwhile, as the preparation for Zelle’s debut was still ongoing, Zelle clenched her fists with sorrowful eyes on her way back to her room and Zach happened to welcome her back to her room. He frowned seeing her expression “Zelle, are you okay?” “Zach.” Zelle was surprised to see him in her room and rushed to his embrace, “A lot of my friends are already dead in just a few days. Why are we still celebrating? What are we celebrating for...?”

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

The car stopped before the pack house. "ZADE!” I checked his breathing but he was not breathing. So I placed my ear on his heart, it wasn't beating at all. My whole body went numb and I stared at him in utter disbelief. I could not believe he was no more. I could not believe he just took his last breath In my arms. I patted Zade's cheek. “Zade, wake up. You can't leave me like this. Please wake up." I break down hugging his body.

“Ms. Wagner, what exactly is going on with you two? One moment, you cancel the wedding. The next, you want it as planned. All the decorations were already thrown into the trash as per your instructions. What am I supposed to do in the middle of the night?” I felt a little guilty for causing trouble, but it was not my fault. “I apologize for the inconvenience. The wedding between Zach and me is indeed canceled, and I will not ask for a refund. As for him wanting to proceed with it, he can place a new order.” “Won't he kill me, then?”

A seems to be compensation from future disaffection. Zack heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. "Goodnight Justin" he whispered. *****😴*****

“Goodnight, Zade. Love you.” “Don’t! Don’t say that!” Zade groans again, his voice tinged with absolute trauma. “I’m traumatized! Please, just stop. I’ll never unsee this.” As I make my way up the stairs, I can still hear Zade muttering to himself about how he’ll never be able to forget what just happened. I bite back another laugh, shaking my head. Poor Zade—he really didn’t deserve that. But as I settle into bed, the laughter lingers on my lips, the absurdity of the situation easing the tension of the day.