Zeno Zama Novels & Stories

I parked my car between Toyota MR2 and Volkswagen Beetle, I alighted from my car, opened the car boot, took out the cash, closed it and entered the decorated bungalow house. "Did it go well?" My adopted father, Zama, asked, immediately I stepped into the house. He was in the living room, seated and reading the newspaper. "Yes Dad." I replied to him as he stood up from his seat and hugged me. I drop the two bags of money in my hands on the floor and return his hug. Zama was the man who had saved me twelve years ago. He was the man who had heard my cry for help and came to my rescue in the forest.

He's just a truck driver with a criminal record! "Ms. Chapman, should I say you're naive or simply foolish?" The man's gaze turned ruthless, and his smile didn't reach his eyes. "You've heard of the Hamertons of Centrolis, right? Zuko Hamerton, the eldest son of their family, is currently absent!" "What are you saying..." Zeke Hamerton... Zuko Hamerton? "Heh, the bangle you mentioned is likely the Le Esse! It was bestowed as a reward by the king to the Hamerton ancestor when she became a noble concubine!"

Zara explains gently, her voice soft. "Feral?" I ask, looking at the three of them, confused. "You would become a rogue," Zane spits. "Now, come on. He's waiting." Just another Alpha. Nothing to worry about. Right?

he said angrily **TCH** he started running "Are you okay Zia?" he asked and Zia nodded "Amber stood in line and Zia come here" "students she is a new joiner, and she is a --------neutral magic user," he said slowly everyone got confused by that

A familiar voice said behind her, and she turned to see Zeno. He Zeno stood a few steps away, arms folded, a proud smile on his face. He clapped twice, slow and steady, as he walked closer to Vaelora. “That was clean.” He praised, chuckling softly. “No explosion. No loss of control." Vaelora released a low groan in embarrassment. Amaren had definitely been busy telling Zeno how she had continuously fumbled this one trick over and over again, for the past week. "Amaren’s really working miracles with you.”

And, that means that war will indeed recur in Zenrada. Of course, Zara couldn’t bring herself to announce her scary thoughts. So, while she continued to feel the warmth of his scrumptious physique, Zaramanni replied, “Because his death will put Zenrada in a tough spot.” “That is true, but I am yet to understand how that concerns you.” Zoey’s fingers traced their way into the roots of her hair. Holding her gently, he inclined her head so that she was looking at him once again. “Zaramanni, is there something I should know?”

Everyone in the community loves her, and they support her to fulfill her dreams at the University as a writer. But Mrs.Angus was not comfortable with the idea of Zena leaving the village for the city, although she has not given Zena a reason to start suspecting her of her selfish idea. Zena had overstayed at the market, waiting for the last customer to sell the few pieces of her black-eye pea fritters, but the day was already dark, a cylinder-like flame lamp that was stuck at the truck she uses to sell her fritter was what she uses to see in the dark.

Those who would lock themselves up in the restrooms and pump milk and put a peal of a cabbage-like an African woman would do in hopes of drying the leaking milk from the breasts. That is what the name Zasembo stands for, her twin brother's name was ZamaMpinga who died at birth. His name meant ‘Men of the Mpinga clan.’ As he was the first-born son of the current king. However, he was sent to an early grave by those who feared his gift and could not risk having him grow up and destroy them. Which is the same thing they thought they did to his twin sister. The queen mother was in a meeting with her associates.

“I want to, but I am not ready for it, you know, so I understand if you don’t want to mark me, I won’t be angry. She whispers and looks down to the floor. ‘Don’t make mate sad.’ Zeus growls in my head. ‘I don’t want to make her sad. But marking her. I am scared ill loose control, Zeus. I don’t want to hurt her.’ I tell him. ‘I won’t let you hurt her.’ Zeus promise. ‘But she needs the Mark to fully become who she is supposed to be.’ He tells me ‘What do you mean?’ I ask, but he doesn’t answer. I look at Zara, and I can see that she is nervous. I walk toward her slowly, and I see her shaking a little. I put two fingers under her chin and gently made her look up. I rest my forehead against hers

This made Zeno trust him even more. This person had the information and resources he wanted, plus weaknesses that could be exploited. He was truly the perfect cannon fodder candidate. Zeno had already planned how to use Barton as a chess piece after taking down the Desolate Ancient Sect, to target his two imperial brothers who remained in the dark. Oh, and his old father's shameless illegitimate son, Jasper! Zeno looked at the Desolate Ancient Sect before him, shrouded in clouds and mist with its protective barrier raised. A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.