Zeno Zama Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Zoe says shrugging her shoulders and taking Mira's drink. "So you're just using Emilio?" Mira asks, snatching her drink back and downing everything in one go. Zoe always tried to bully Mira, but Mira was always a bully so she never let anyone walk all over her. She was the daughter of Eric Camorra, he wasn't the nicest guy either, but he was tolerable whenever you got to know him personally. "No, he's actually really sweet" Zoe blushed, smiling over in Emilio's direction.

Eighteen months ago. “Someone got them before us,” Jonathan, the mafia consigliere, reported grimly. Zane Kang’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm as his fury simmered. “Who the hell?” Jonathan hesitated, swallowing hard. “L-Lorenzo K-Kim.” The name alone was enough to send Zane’s rage soaring beyond bounds. Once just a pickpocket from a small town, Zane had clawed his way up from nothing to become the most feared mafia boss in Korea by twenty-one. Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest.

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

Erden curses, pressing his back against the wall and tilts his head back. "I'm so sorry." Tamarra mutters in sobs. Her voice sounds like an echo in my head. I try hard not to cry my heart out right now. I plop down on a chair and hold my exploding head in my hands. I feel a supportive hand rest on shoulder. I look up and see Azure smiling at me. "He is going to be fine, I'm sure." I nod, trying to believe in his words. Azure takes a seat by my side and right now, I just need a shoulder to cry. Gulping the lump of jitter climbing up my throat, I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes tightly.

One of the men, smoking his pipe said. Chuka, the man he had referred to, gave him a disapproving look but did not take his eyes away from the animal. He had the rein in his hands, yet all his effort to make the Zebra stand was proving abortive. “Wait, I know that Zebra,” Jide said. Ugomma frowned. She was about to speak when he continued. “I saw it the day my father died. It was the same Zebra my father had ridden.” “Are you certain?”

Lia and Riska exchanged looks, feeling a bit of pity, but also remaining alert. "Hey, Vlogger!" Bima called out, his voice low but firm. ZF-BOSS lifted his head with difficulty. His glowing red eyes looked at Bima, then at the Indomie Super Nutripower that Bima now held in his hand. Bima's 'True Romance' aura and his 'Victory Aura' didn't seem to have much effect on this zombie. Mmmph... Indomie... why... is it... still here... I... already... can't... film... ZF-BOSS muttered, a note of real despair in his voice.

Zane dropped to his knees behind Elias. He didn't have the silver band anymore. He couldn't route the continental grid. But he was a Long Carrier. His function was to carry weight when the center was failing. Zane slammed both of his hands onto Elias’s shoulders. "Route it through me!" Zane roared over the sound of another cannon blast. "Pass the weight, Elias! Give me the heavy end of the timber!" Elias gasped, his head snapping back against Zane’s chest. The transfer was instantaneous. Zane’s jaw locked tight, the veins in his neck bulging as he took half the localized trauma of the bombarded fortress onto his own shoulders. He acted as a massive, human shock absorber for the young anchor.