Zia () Novels & Stories

This is for Zandra. XXX

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Lord Gilbert, collapsed right there where he was standing, this was the highest of it. Humiliation was something he can’t handle. His greatest fear slaps him right in the face. “Dad!” Zara cried, holding up to him. “Dad!” Aziel pulled out his glasses from his pocket and wore them, walking out of the hall. They were prepared for the final, which was the elections With a smile, he got into the car and drove off.

“Me.” Silence. Not the quiet of the forest. Not the pause between thunder. But the heavy silence that follows a truth no one expected. Aisha stared at her. “What?” Zira looked almost apologetic now. “Zimora is my twin sister.” For a moment, I simply stood there, trying to process what she had just said. Twin. Sister. Priestess capable of channelling the Moon Goddess. Working with Selene. Helping Clay. The implications collided violently in my mind.

After strolling around for a bit, they went to a shop. Aizen immediately buy a sack of rice and flour. Those two can be categorized into two types. The coarse and the refined. Aizen bought the coarse one because it only cost 4 bin (1 bin is equivalent to 1 peso) while the refined one is cost 100 bin. “Do you have anything you want to buy?” Zeus asked her again This time, Lian didn’t immediately disagree and roam her eyes around the shop. She saw different kinds of vegetables and spices.

Zaric replied to Zeus. Zaric was finally able to make Zeus understand what he had been doing. He knew he was not alone in that mission anymore. Zaric let Zeus take his body back. Zaric went back where he belonged. He wanted to rest for a while. As Zeus got control over his body, he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket. He typed a text message and sent it to his friends. He stepped into the cabin and went straight towards the bedroom. Zeus found Dabria lying on the dusty ground. He walked towards her and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her to the bed. He laid her down on the bed and covered her body with the comforter.

"She was never ours to keep. We were just the monsters in her story." "Then what are our orders, sir?" Klaus asked, his voice neutral. "Find me a bottle of the old vintage," Zilo said, his voice breaking. "And leave me in the dark." (SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) Sofia watched the park disappear through the rear window of the transport. She saw the flickers of light where Zilo’s power had surged, then saw them die out, leaving the Abribi District in a shroud of artificial night. She didn't feel pity. She didn't feel triumph. She just felt a cold, crystalline resolve.

“Zia!” Aria ran towards a young woman standing near a long, tall couch. She had just entered one of the living rooms on the first floor when she saw Zia wearing a long-sleeved shirt and black trousers. Aria didn't see any bandages on her body, but several parts of her face were bruised. Zia smiled slightly and bowed to her politely, "Mam..." "Are you alright?" Aria checked her and suddenly felt guilty when she remembered what happened to them the last time.

ZION "It's so cold," Alina complained, hugging her body and jumping up and down in one spot, "Why do we have to do this now? I can wait for spring to set in. I'm really in no rush Zi..." I groaned, "You say that now but by tomorrow it will be playing on your mind again so we rather get this done and over with before you drive me to the brink of insanity." She scowled at me, shooting me the bird, "I sometimes wonder why I even love you!"

"Isla?" Tears carve trails down her dirty face, looking at me with disbelief, "Zac?" I scoop her up bridal style, cradling her body to my chest, inhaling her scent. The tiny zaps of electricity I thought I'd never feel again dance across my skin as I pull her closer. My eyes rake over her, scabs in the form of symbols carved into her chest, arms, and legs. My chest constricts at the sight of her; varying degrees of silver burns are around her wrists and ankles, and small cuts and bruises color her dull skin. I don't let the thoughts of what she's been through steal the happiness of having her back in my hold.