Zeno Yona Novels & Stories

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

I just don’t get why Leo wants a healer. “My brother has a disease,” Vogar dropped his glass on the table. “A disease that turns him into a beast, but takes a huge part of him before setting him free. Leo is dying everyday and has just two months to live if I'm right with my calculation. The only one who can save him is the Omega. But with my bracelet around her wrist, she can’t. Leo is eventually going to die. She will watch him take his last breath - the most interesting part of my plan,” Vogar said so much that I found myself fighting to comprehend.

The familiar taste brought her a sense of comfort. “Mas-issge deuseyo (Enjoy your meal),” Ha-Yun toasted. “Gamsahabnida (thank you),” Kimora replied, savoring the food. ~~~ The insistent buzz of the phone ripped Alyona from her warm embrace of sleep. Groaning, she answered the call, her voice thick with drowsiness. "Hey, what's up?" She mumbled, the words barely escaping her lips. "I was thinking, can we hit the suit shop today? You know, since you're my best man and all," Zeke proposed from the other end.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hope Zoey isn't crazy for being stuck with Zeus :'( See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

The trees part in smooth arcs, roots sinking away as a procession steps into Midnight’s territory. They look… ordinary. That’s what terrifies me. Five figures walk forward, humanoid in shape but indistinct at the edges, like reality hasn’t decided what to make of them yet. Their faces shift subtly when I try to focus—male, female, young, old—never settling. Observers. Outcome-eaters. The Crown hums low, not screaming, not fighting—bracing. One of them speaks, voice soft and layered. “Sovereign Liana of Midnight.”

Zoan put his phone away and asked Lyana to call him soon. “You really don't have a phone?” "I have a very small phone. I got it from Yarena, I mean... Mom. I use it to calculate how long I run around the backyard." “Do you like jogging?” “Yeah, I do. That's why Mom lent me that small phone. The way it works is also very different from the phone you bought.” Zake joined them, and Zake always watched Zoan smiling so gently at Lyana. During his time as Meazus's right-hand man, Zake had never seen Zoan look at anyone as gently as he looked at Lyana.

I tell him, “I will be here waiting for you” “Hmmm” With a nod, he makes his way out of the room. I lay back on the bed and close my eyes for a while, trying to take some more rest. For a minute, my mind drifts off to what Enzo told me about the Zu clan, they sure are the most ruthless sef of people to walk the face of the earth. Making up my mind, I decide not to let Enzo do all the work alone. I am equally as involved and I will try everything to help him.

All of us, Kalix and Shayla included, turned to see every one of Gideon’s warriors on their knees, fists clasped over their chests. They weren’t looking at Nox and me. No, they were looking at Shayla. “You—” Kalix rasped, “You’re Luna now.” Shayla blanched, her fingers curling into fists as she shook her head. “I don’t want to be Luna.” Her eyes snapped up to us, scouring our faces until they drifted over to Natasha. “What do I do?” The expression on the oracle’s face was nothing short of peaceful. “You already know.”

A single bulb hung low over the briefing table. Zino stood iand n front of them, Bukky, Diego, Matteo, Milo, with his hands behind his back, eyes scanning their faces. He was the smallest of the 25, in size, barely 5'3", no military past, just a record of ghosting every foster system he’d been placed into. Raised by no one, loyal to nothing. That’s what got Antonioni’s attention. But Zino was also a coding wizard. Got Antonioni's attention there too.