Novel & Cerita Zed X Wyatt

They tried not to blink as they watched both of them, for fear they would miss even the slightest bit of intrigue. In their circle, Xander was a big shot with an imposing reputation. He was a highly skilled master fighter and also the vice president of the Northmob Council. He had quite a few estates under his name too, so it could be said that he was superior when it came to wealth, capability, and status. Many people did not dare to offend him and only ever showed him the greatest respect. On the other hand, Zayn had recently become the most well-known figure in Waltz City. He was only 28 years old, yet he was already the chairman of three companies, with Violet Vision Media Corp’s market

“Because I’m a fucking coward. Because if I admit I love her, it becomes real. And if it’s real, then she can be taken from me. Like Mom was. Like Britney.” Ethan’s face hardens. “You’re not that boy anymore, Xavier. And Audrey’s not your mother. She’s a fighter. She survived shit that would’ve broken most people.” I nod, jaw clenched. “I know. But I also know Brandon’s still out there. And my father’s breathing down my neck with this engagement bullshit. Honestly, I feel like I’m drowning in every direction.” Ethan grips both my shoulders now, forcing me to look at him. “Then stop letting them drag you under,” his voice is harsh as he speaks. “You’re Xavier fucking Kingston. You’re the best

"Your place right?" "Great." He said, "My place? Okay, I thought you wouldn't be comfortable. But that's cool." Alex said. "I'll pick you up at 8?" "Sounds perfect," I replied, already counting down the hours until tomorrow morning. I brought out my laptop opening it before me, I had a plan to take down Jake, the CEO of J's Automobile, and I was going to start by defaming him on social media. I created an anonymous Twitter account, choosing a username that couldn't be traced back to me. I thought for a moment, then typed out my first tweet:

Zoey's POV Matteo Harmon immediately put on a stern face and said, "How can you belittle your daughter like that? Zoey has her strengths too." Daria snorted and said, "What strengths could she possibly have?" "Zoey is kind," Matteo Harmon retorted. "Kind?" Daria laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Eight years ago, when she was only fourteen, she went to bars to smoke and drink, hung out with thugs, and was involved in scandals of promiscuity and abortion."

Day Zero At 6:01 a.m., Manhattan was already awake. The sidewalks pulsed with their usual rhythm. Office workers hurried toward subway entrances with steaming cups of coffee. Yellow taxis darted through intersections, their impatient horns blending into the city’s familiar soundtrack. Cyclists wove through traffic with practiced confidence, while street vendors arranged bagels and newspapers for the morning rush. To everyone there, it was just another Monday. No one noticed the man until he stopped walking. He had been crossing East 42nd Street, his briefcase swinging gently at his side, when he froze in the middle of the sidewalk. A woman in a navy suit bumped into his shoulder and muttered

Vincent stated calmly, emphasizing the potential consequences. "You need to apologize," he concluded, urging Annie to take responsibility. Annie sighed and nodded, knowing she couldn't defy her boss's request. "I will, Sir," she replied with a smile, standing up from her seat. "Good," Vincent smiled approvingly, dismissing her. As Annie left the room, Vincent turned to his computer and logged into his Weibo account. He searched for the video but found that all the videos of Annie's fans shaming Emily had mysteriously disappeared.

I wouldn't have been able to deal with the pitiful stares and false sympathy. I stood beside Adrian with a glass of champagne while he networked. I was engaged in the conversation until I saw Wilson, he was standing with a few people. I felt the pull on my heart strings as I looked at him. He looked so unlike him, he had such bad eye bags and he looked so lonesome. He had no date, no Lillian. He just stood there, nodding and laughing when it was needed. He barely spoke at all. He still looked as handsome but he looked so raggedy.

Damn, I hope not. ==== The days passed quickly. Today is Wyatt's birthday. Here we are at the condo, Wyatt just watching me while I put on my wig. Because I don't know how to put makeup on my face, we even went to the beauty parlor. The gay guy who did my makeup was very happy because he said I was beautiful. I didn't say anything because he also thought that Wyatt was really my boyfriend. "Gorgeous," Wyatt stood up and hugged me from behind. "Stop it," I frowned.

Wyatt took a step forward; his figure was tall, and a cold and domineering pressure oozed out of him. His eyes are piercingly cold and fierce. "Enjoyed toying with my feelings, huh?” Despite the coldness oozing out of him, Wyatt's voice was steady and calm—too calm to be real. He took off his shirt and tossed it somewhere across the room, leaving his upper body bare. Even though it was a delicious feast for my eyesight, the precarious situation I was in made me unable to enjoy it.

Zara's POV The next day Wyatt had everyone training extremely hard, no breaks. Everyone except me because I had my different sides under control. So instead I stayed by Stella's side and played with her. "Zara, can I talk to you for a minute?" Wyatt showed up suddenly and asked. He used my name. This must be serious. "I'll be right back, Ella," I told her and she continued playing. "Hey, what's up Wyatt?" curiosity killing me.