Zen Novel Novels & Stories

The girl practically sprinted away. “Thank you,” Zeda said, smiling at him. She wasn’t usually a fan of bullying, but right now, she didn’t care. “It’s nothing. You looked a little lost in this wilderness,” Draven said, picking up a book half-heartedly and dropping it back on the shelf. “Yeah, my first time here,” Zeda admitted. “Tell me about it,” Draven chuckled. Zeda wasn’t surprised. Draven didn’t strike her as a book person, especially with Vyr and Rylan as his friends.

I don’t know how, but I can always sense when he’s close. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open. Zane stands in the center of the room, dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans with a white polo underneath. His leather boots complete the look. His dark hair is smoothly brushed. Oh, God, his rich, intoxicating scent—a blend of spice and earth—wraps around me, reeling me in. His look is to die for. He seems… brighter, better. He looks fully healed—surprisingly so, considering how weak he was just yesterday. I thought he’d be down for at least a week. But now he stands tall, his powerful body coiled like a predator waiting for its prey—me.

Zeno started to dominate Cia, taking her into his arms. "You haven't showered yet," Cia whispered. Zeno chuckled. "Don't you like my real scent, hm?" Of course, she likes it! Among the many men, only Zeno's scent captivates him and can bring him to a deep abyss of love, deeper than the Mariana Trench. The girl cupped her hands on Zeno's face. Staring at the man was very close. "I love everything about you, honey," she whispered. Everything for Zeno was everything that was in him, from top to bottom, even to the depths. Zeno smiled, showing a row of charming white teeth. "Then I'll give them all now," he whispered, then pulverized their juices again.

I countered. “Did too.” “Did not!” “Did too!” “I did—” Zena suddenly stood up. “Fine, fine! I read your stupid book, happy now?” I was dazed for a few seconds but after it registered, I clapped my hands gleefully. “Haha! I knew it.” Zena looked rather unimpressed by my victory noise, both hands placed firmly on her waist. I couldn’t contain my joy and the way warmth spread across my chest knowing Zena had been reading the book. Rochelle was a character of mine in the book I was planning to write.

She stood there, blinking in silence. The two were able to leave after ten minutes. Zoren followed Verena down the streets towards the Breakfast Hub, feeling more and more out of place with every step. "This is weird," Zoren whispered. "I've never been surrounded by smelly humans before." "Are you calling me smelly?" "No, not you," Zoren responded. "I actually do not smell your s... huh, yeah, I do not smell your scent." He leaned in to sniff her by the neck, which almost made her jump, but she tried to stay focused. She pushed him back and snapped at him.

The half-breed is the Alpha of the secret assassin pack, Alpha Doyle. I could feel the itch of need crawl over my skin. I want to feel that abomination’s warm blood run down my arms after I impale him with my claws. I want to see the life drain out of him. All this time, that cocky asshole was a half-breed. Gunner’s voice bellowed through the clearing, pulling my thoughts away from killing Doyle and back to the current moment. Gunner had changed back to his human form and was standing between the assassin and a giant black wolf. It's the same wolf I saw in the forest earlier. So, he is one of Gunner’s lackies. The wolf stepped back slightly, and there she was. The little witch, the bane of m

Chapter 15: Gabriel’s Charm The morning light streamed through the tall windows of the castle, bathing the grand hall in a soft golden glow. It was a rare moment of peace—something Karina hadn’t felt in days. The events of the past week had weighed heavily on her, the memory of the dark figure in the shadows still fresh in her mind. The chaos that had threatened Zorana, the near-death encounter, and the uncertain tension between her, Caden, and Lena—it all seemed like a blur, a storm that had left her shaken, but somehow still standing.

Alejandro’s POV It’s late morning, and I am at my desk, trying to focus on the growing queue of messages from the ArdentWolf Net division heads, but I cannot keep my eyes off the living room. Zenith is sprawled on the floor with a sketchpad, legs crossed, charcoal smudges on her cheeks and fingertips. She is humming softly, extremely off-key, and completely unaware that every single note melts my composure.

We were going to perform ‘Senorita by Shawn Medes and Camilla Cabello’ and I was sweating profusely as we drove through the Ark Town and headed towards New Bryxton Town for the competition. I lied to my brothers as I told them that I will be with Tessa for the entire day as well have to work on a school project, when in reality here I am with Zane, driving in his posh car which feels so cool to drive in. No wonder not only girls but also boys fall at his feet, this car is his impression of superiority. Wearing his Ray Bans and looking as confident and handsome as ever, he drove the car smoothly, with just using one palm. The other one was resting next to my thigh and I wished he’d put it on