روايات وقصص ضمن Zeno Zama

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

Standing within the hall, Zaki turned to look at one of the elders before saying in a heavy tone, “Yamazon, I’m sure you realize that the Quartermains being wiped off the face of the earth is something extremely serious. With that said, I have no choice but to ask for your help to avenge the Quantocks!” Yamazon was from the holy mountain of Jaellatra, and he was strong enough to have attained the Second-soul-rank in the Sage Realm. With that in mind, it was no wonder why he was given the title of second master of the holy mountain. Aside from that, he was also the main backbone of the Quartermains. Due to that, he was definitely involved with the protection of the Quantocks as well. “Indeed,

Well, a cotton nightgown wasn't my usual outfit to greet people in the morning, but whoever was banging on my door didn't give me a moment to wear something more appropriate. I jerked the door open and saw Zeno, panting as if he had run a few miles just to bang on my door and tear me out of my greatly disturbing sleep. Zeno was one of the first omegas trained by Garren, and he was currently his unofficial second in command. My sleepy eyes looked behind him at the night sky, still hours before dawn. Cursing under my breath, I shifted my gaze back to Zeno. Despite the drastically early hour, he was fully dressed in leather pants and a gray shirt with rolled-up sleeves. Several blades rested in

Zayn took a glance at Romel nonchalantly then chased after the Black Mamba. The Black Mamba utilized his secret technique that increased his power to 150% which would also exhaust his body completely. He would only recover with a few months of recuperation, but he could no longer care about this anymore at this point. He simply wanted to live. “You won’t be able to run away.” He had already run out of the ring and was charging toward the exit when he heard Zayn’s voice. He was scared out of his wits.

She smiled and nodded before sitting on the couch beside her brother, Armando, who rolled his eyes and proceeded to scroll through his phone. “I take it Lorenzo went out?” Armando teased. “Yes, it seems like a certain beta, aka you, sent him out for a job.” She said, rolling her eyes. I looked at Ezra who shook his head, smirking at the bickering siblings before he looked at me and nodded.

His hairstyle was a little bit weird, though, and when he spoke into the microphone in a feminine way, I knew that he was a beautiful gay. “Lovely evening, ladies and gentlemen! I am Kenneth Zamora, and I am your pretty host for tonight’s welcoming party for our distinguished, special guest who is the owner of Z Malls in the United States of America with its other branches worldwide. She is also a well-known sponsor of different public schools and non-profit organizations to help the poor. She finished in Law Harvard School and is a successful lawyer who won a lot of cases in years of her career,” he said. “I would like to introduce to you, the one and only, Ms. Zeana Tan.”

She blinked several times before offering her hand for a handshake. "Elizabeth Zamora is my name. What's your given name?" She inquired, her smile directed towards the man in front of her. "My name is Zamiel." He introduced himself quietly, his hands in his pockets. For me, he appears to be a model. Eliza smiled at him sweetly.

I commented, and Salem hissed as he pointed at a cloaked figure below. “Who is that?” He asked roughly, and I narrowed my eyes at the person. When the stranger glanced up at us, I gasped at the light eyes that shone brightly. A crow fluttered around the person and landed on his lifted forearm. “That's Zeno,” I muttered softly, and my brother eyed me oddly. “You know him?” Shaking my head, I told him that I didn't, but Cesan did, then I watched my mate come rushing out of the house to confront the young man.