Romans & histoires Zero Bfb

Zain Centineo leisurely collected the paper cup of hot, black coffee from Glen Cameron and emptied it on the teenage Albino lying down on the floor. The boy instantly groaned out and winced in horror, the coffee was scorching hot when it penetrated through his uniform shirt, it felt like acid on his skin.

my agent snapped at me, and I tore my eyes away from Finny and looked at him. "You were just called," he said and I knew that the cameras were on me. I had no clue what pick we were in and what team was even up there, but when I looked up, I saw that it was the LA Thunder up there and the number three was flashing on the screen with my face.

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.

“I officially disown you. You somehow manage to lower the bar every single time.” Iron Blade chuckled. Austin: “...” Briella raised a brow. “Fine. I’ll let it go—for now. But you better not forget what you just said.” Austin brightened and slapped his chest. “Boss, I swear on my firewall! I’ll always be your number one fan.” Briella gave him a cryptic smile. Austin shivered. “Alright. Back to business.” Her tone turned serious. “Still no word from Zero?” Iron Blade picked up a tablet and scrolled. “Nope. Radio silence.”

Fergie asked. I giggled and winked at her. Fergie is the only person I am very close with here at our job. Since Sarah doesn't work here, Fergie is my friend. And since I am the only dancer who started five years ago, some newbies don't like me. For a reason I am not very interested. "He'll fire you next time, I'm telling you," Fergie whispered to me. "Oh, that will be my honor." I laughed. She did too, but not as wild as mine.

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Meanwhile ___________________________________________ Notifications Z- Grade Bionic eyes have been acquired by the master, conditions met, activating auto assimilation 6 hours remaining. ___________________________________________

“Keep talking, and you’re running laps tomorrow.” Bryer instantly held up both hands. “I regret everything.” Tiana laughed, elbowing him lightly. “That’s a first.” Zyon was already walking past, muttering under his breath, “This house needs supervision.” *** Zyon stepped into his room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The laughter and teasing from downstairs faded, replaced by the familiar weight of silence. He peeled off his training clothes, dropping them to the floor without a second glance, and walked into the bathroom. The hot water groaned to life, steam slowly creeping up the mirror, fogging it into a blur. He stepped beneath the spray. The water cascaded down Zyon’s ba

I muttered before shifting back to the dummies, not wanting to pursue the conversation any longer. “Okay, that sounded better in my head, redo?” I stalled and slowly turned towards him. His figure towered over me easily, but he didn’t seem like much of a threat. With a bright smile on his face and peachy cheeks he looked like he couldn't hurt a fly. I could be wrong. “I’m Elijah Trebos. It’s nice to finally put a face to the legend I’ve been hearing so much about.” He shot me an amiable smile, and I just looked towards him with a bare expression.