Novel & Cerita Zeno Yona

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.

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.

He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear. What? This lunatic has been making a call this entire time. “Hey! Psycho!!” I yell, staring daggers at him but he ignores me, talking back to the person on the line. “Tell the stupid director that if it's money he wants, he should name a price so we can get this deal fucking finished. I’m running out of patience!” Oh! He’s not a normal psycho. Just a rich stupid one. “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” I reach to his right ear, snatch the phone out of his hand then smash it on the ground. “Now I have your attention. You hit-”

His subordinates noticed his silence and tentatively asked, "Elder, shall we proceed with tomorrow's plan?" "Of course we will!" Mister Xeno snapped, then turned to the others with a stern expression. "You, Yanga, will be in charge of tomorrow's deployment. Don't mess it up again." "Fret not, Mister Xeno. I will handle it." Yanga knelt on one knee, a confident smile playing on his lips. He had been overshadowed by Zanga for so long. At last, he finally felt triumphant. Mister Xeno nodded, then looked toward the distant mountain peak. Success or failure would soon be revealed with the dawn.

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.”

This is Z---Zeus Harper, this is me… Broken and shattered and everything but together.

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.

At this time, one of the Oskian soldiers amongst the other soldiers from Ten Thousand Armies stepped forward with a surprised look on his face as he asked Charlie in Oskian dialect, “You’re an Oskian?” This person was Zayne’s personal bodyguard, who was always by his side, and his name was Yaron Xenakis. Yaron was two years younger than Zayne, and both of them were Oskians who had immigrated to Africa. Both of their parents were business partners, but some years ago, the business that their parents had worked so hard to build up had been robbed and looted by the mob during the turmoil in Africa. Both of their parents had died in the hands of the mob during their attempt to protect their life