Zenith Novels & Stories

I put it in my boots. "Please where are we??."I asked her. "This is the Thompson club."She said . "Can I take a train from this place to crescent palace."I asked again. She looked at me weirdly."That place has been bought by the government." "Ok." "Can I spend night here,I don't mind sleeping on the floor."Bethany continued. "I have an even better idea."She said. "What is it.". "We are currently looking for waitress ,you could work here."She said.

He never let go of my hand. When we got to the forest, the young alpha crouched behind some shrubs and motioned for me to do the same. I followed suit. "Stay here," he ordered. "My horse is on the other side of the forest. I'll get my horse and circle back to you, but you mustn't leave this spot." "I won't leave this spot." I promised, but he shook his head. "No," he said. "Those people will kill you without feeling remorse if they find out you're here. Swear it. Upon the Moon Goddess."

And all the while, Zenith’s announcement with Harvest Bloom was flooding every headline, every trade sheet, every investor bulletin. Harvest Bloom Comes to America Zenith Secures Exclusive Contract Ostara Beaumont—The Face Behind the Brand—Steps Onto the Global Stage The pictures of her—composed, graceful, untouchable—were plastered everywhere. And Anthony’s name, of course. The articles all linked him to the deal, called him “visionary,” and called Zenith “the natural partner.” They were winning. He was winning. I closed the report and pressed my fingers to my temples. Losing wasn’t an option. No

Too dead. Its new target is inevitable. The Council’s last bastion. A place they called the Zenith. A utopia of absolute order. A thousand worlds moving in perfect, silent synchrony. No crime. No conflict. No unwanted growth. A masterpiece of control. A cancer of perfection, in the Gardener’s eyes.

Like he belonged there. By the time he reached the outer edge of the quarry, the sky had dimmed to bruised purple. The walkways were almost empty. Then — a soft whir overhead. He tensed. A Citadel drone. It passed like a shadow — a lazy patrol sweep, not targeting anyone. Its scanner lights panned slowly, scanning heat signatures and movement. Not a pursuit, just a routine pass. But Tunde’s bag was glowing faintly through the cloth. He stopped under an awning. Waited.

The weight of Nolan’s words pressed against my chest as I drove back toward my cabin, I had snuck away when they were both 'checking the perimeter'. The roads were nearly empty, the town still waking up, but I barely noticed anything beyond the thoughts tumbling through my mind. Omega. Unclaimed. Different.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Bloody hell. Then I swipe and she is sat on the beach, grains of white sand stuck to her tattooed arms, her hair wet over one shoulder as she is sat in between to the two beasts. Each resting their chins on her shoulders. They are both sporting beautiful blue diamond collars. The hashtag mentions Tesoro. It says making friends with two of the best behaved clients ever. I click on the link to the Tesoro official work page it takes me to a page called Pheonix Couture. I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA.

After three days of individual rotation, Aurora thought she understood what it meant to be owned by the Voss triplets. She was wrong. On the fourth night, the message on the holographic display was simple and terrifying in its brevity: “All three. Main observatory. 10 PM. Wear nothing.” The main observatory sat at the very top of the glass mansion — a circular room with a domed glass ceiling that made it feel like you were floating among the stars and snow-capped peaks.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.