Zhou Yuan Novels & Stories

The scent of tea and sandalwood drifted through the air. We entered a large room lit only by lantern light. At the center of the room sat an elderly man behind a low table. His silver hair was combed back neatly, his posture perfectly straight despite his age. A porcelain tea set rested before him as he calmly poured two cups. Without looking up, he spoke. “You took your time coming to see me, Mr. Edison.” His voice was calm… but sharp. This was Zixuan Yang. The most powerful businessman in China. I walked forward and sat across from him.

Hearing the old man's words, Zhao Qin and Cheng Xin were both shocked. "Elder Zhou, what did you say? This... this kid is a divine being?" Cheng Xin's eyes widened. Senior Zhou, a middle-aged heavyweight in Central Plains, was known as the number one shareholder in Central Plains. According to his analysis, most of the shares were not lost. Zhao Qin, of course, had heard of Boss Zhou's name. She never thought that such a heavyweight would call Yang Xiao a stock spirit. Elder Zhou trembled as he stared at Yang Xiao with an unusually solemn expression, as if he were a deity paying respects to the God of the field.

Jayce said, answering my curiosity. “What is inside it, then?” Jayce didn’t answer my question but opened the box, and inside was a beautiful silver pendant with a star on it. “It’s beautiful,” I said, as Jayce wrapped it around my neck. “What is this?” I asked, looking at the star on it. “It’s a north star pendant,” Jayce said. “Do you know what that symbolizes?” I shook my head at the words.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

Suzy's POV. I woke up to find that I was tied up to a table? My head was throbbing and I desperately needed to urinate but no way to do so. I was thirsty as well. I struggled with all my might and could not for the life of me even budge the ropes that had kept me bound to this table. As I laid there I looked around at my surroundings. I was ina cabin. I heard the door open and an old man had come in. It was him! The man I had waited on back at the restaurant. But why would he take me? I had done nothing to him. I thought to myself. "Oh good you're awake." He said. "Please sir, I have to use the toilet. May I pleae be untied?" I asked trying to keep him on his good side.

She handed the cashier her credit card dimly, muttering a thanks as she accepted the paper bag with her purchases and exited the store into the chilly night. Winter was fast approaching along with long snowy nights. Absently, on her way to her car, she wondered if Forrest would be back for Christmas. Brushing the light snow from her shoulders, she slid into her car and turned on the engine, sighing in content when the heat blew against her chilled face. Lang wasn’t back too, he was now exploring the wonders of the northern side of China, as he told her last in their phone call last night. He called her regularly now, after he started noting the lack of enthusiasm in her voice and how hollow

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

, the old man said, staring back at Manuel with the same cockiness. The man was Councillor Calhoun. He had been on the council since he was a young man at about twenty years of age. He had held his seat for years, watching many Alpha King's ascend and fall. His voice was the strongest in the entire council. Manuel shot an eyebrow up at him questioningly. I too watched with curiosity. It was strange that the council had asked for a meeting out of nowhere and I was eager to know what was going on. “Vincenzo is dead”, Calhoun announced.

Ravi raised an eyebrow, "You might be busy with your studies but he never does that." "He is an A+ student. Of course he studies harder than me." Hannah did not like the way he talked about Zion. "Lady, you really don't know him well." Ravi looked at her, "He is an A+++ student with an IQ of 150+ and with a photographic memory. He remembers every tiniest detail about anything even if it just flashes in his line of sight." Hannah placed her hand on the mouth as she gasped hard, "Is it really possible?"