Zeno Zama Novels & Stories

James scanned the elderly man from head to toe. “Who are you?” The elderly man smiled brightly and said, “My name is Zeno Lente.” “Zeno Lente?”James looked at him puzzledly. “Yeap, that’s me. What’s your name?” “Forty-nine,” James replied casually. Zeno walked over to James and looked toward the purple fruits on the distant spiritual mountain. His face flashed with an evident desire for them, but he hid his emotions instantly. “Do you know what those fruits are?” James asked after noticing Zeno’s gaze fixated on the fruits.

Thinking about him made my stomach sick but it also made me wonder what Zane did to him. “Good morning, ma’am!” I greeted Mrs. Gomez with a sweet smile. “Hello, Amelia,” she returned the smile and nodded. “Ma’am I know you gave Zane a deadline for today, but we are working really hard on the assignment and we will surely submit his end of the assignment to you today itself after school,” I said with a coy face, hoping it would be okay with her. I am sure she wouldn’t fuss about it too much because it is Zane fucking Alistair. But I still wanted to make sure since Zane was so sincere in preparing his assignment.

"Philippio Geronimo Zima. The president and CEO of Zima Corp. As you may know, he owns hotels, restaurants, condominiums, and other residential properties both in and out of the country." He then placed another photo. "Armin Yasmien, your dad's current secretary. He's one of your family's trusted members, just like how we trust some of yours. Their entire family has been serving yours for a long time." I remembered his face. He was older than my dad, with some white hairs and beard. "Satoshi Yokomizo." He placed another photo in front of me. "The current head of security. My uncle. I think I don't need to introduce him anymore because I've already told you that our entire family serves yours

Let's start from the beginning, the very beginning. My name is Amara Zino, I am an orphan who lives with my only relative Madame Flavia. I lost my parents at the age of fifteen when they went on a 'parents bonding trip' and never returned alive. Their valuables were all missing same as some useful parts of their bodies their fingers and a significant bullet wound in between their heads.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

Gesa was a small city in Hanorak bordered by green vegetation, the people were mainly farmers, fishermen and traders, Infact it had the largest market west of Hanorak with stalls bursting to fullness with more wares than a mind could fathom there were cabbages and melons the size of a bull's head and grapes so sweet and juicy they stained the fingers a shocking purple for days after wards, there was a cobbler and a tanner and a cart full to spilling with buttered scones, the jeweller stood by his curtained tent enticing ladies to sample his wares and exclaiming how it brought out the light in their eyes or the milkiness of their skin, somewhere ahead a juggler juggled his colourful balls and

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

I ran. Damon was already moving before I could speak. His roar split the battlefield, golden eyes blazing as he tore through the stunned line of wolves and smoke toward Giovanni. Giovanni didn’t flinch. He didn't even care that we were coming towards him. The man was ready for this. He was more than just excited to see this. Of course he was. He was the one who started all of this war. He lowered the pistol, calmly sliding another round into the chamber, his cold eyes tracking Damon as though he’d been waiting for this moment.

Bag after bag of plasma was pumped into my veins. One raw, guttural scream tore out of me, and then the sound of a baby crying filled the room. On my phone, the screen was still frozen on one last image. Jasper and Fiona were locked in a kiss beneath the Aurelian Tower. I held my crying son and let the tears fall without stopping.

“And what’s your role in all this? You’re not just a bystander, Zane.” Zane flinches at that, his shoulders slumping as he looks away. “I’ve been helping them find shifters for the fights. I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t do what they wanted, they would’ve come after Nero's pack, and I couldn't let that happen.” Legion stands again, his rage boiling over. “You sold us out to fucking witches!” Zane’s hands shoot up defensively, his voice shaking. “I didn’t sell anyone out! I was trying to protect them!”