Zia () Novels & Stories

The coffee had gone cold three hours ago, but Zara Chen barely noticed as her fingers flew across three different keyboards, each monitor displaying cascading lines of code that would have given most programmers a migraine. At twenty-eight, she was Silicon Valley's most sought-after AI developer, and tonight she was about to crack the holy grail of behavioral prediction algorithms. "Come on, ARIA," she muttered to her AI system, named after the opera arias her adoptive mother used to play while Zara coded as a teenager. "Show me what you're seeing that I'm missing."

she said this words with a straight face which Quiliu also replied quickly in a second after her words fell. "I. Don't. Care" Quiliu the silly zombie emphasizes this word for Xiaza to pay attention to what he feels and for Xiaza to know the grievance he was feeling right now, besides, the zombie noticed in the little time he and his little girl get along, he already knew that Xiaza had regarded him as a special zombie to her life, so why not use it to his advantage if he was given opportunity to use it every time? When the zombie thought of this, a sly look pass through his handsome grey face for just a matter of seconds before it was quickly replace by a face that was full of grievance, hi

Trent gestured towards Aziza with a warm smile, "Everyone, allow me to introduce our gracious hostess and guide, Aziza. She's Hunter's esteemed nurse and also happens to be the daughter of a legendary Serpent Handler." Aziza approached the group, her face beaming with hospitality and curiosity. Her fiery red-orange hair swayed gracefully as she swam closer, the pale skin adorned with freckles exuding a sense of charm and approachability. Her mermaid tail, a mesmerizing combination of pearlescent white and coral-pink bands, shimmered in the light, displaying a captivating crimson red sheen that seemed to change with every movement. With a gracious nod, Aziza signed warmly, "Welcome to Watch P

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

Today, I promised to look after Gemma while Amara and her mother, Andrew, again set out to find his sister, Azize. Too many things that need to be added have started to play out. From what I've gathered here, Azize is the most accomplished warrior among all the inhabitants. Her killing technique is unmatched, and her dizzying precision has become so legendary that she has been given the nickname Taipan Reaper because no one kills as quickly and effectively as she does. And that's where my question comes from.

Placing the bottle on the dashboard, she turned to Zach. “It’s going to be just fine” And Zachary’s moist eyes managed to trace out what was written on the bottle he had seen earlier that day. It was the pills, Zeptyn. “It will be just fine” She whispered as she locked the car doors with just one finger against the lock. And then she forced a smile at the corner of her lips. A dangerously cunning one. But Zach— —he shielded a wider one. Because all of this, was all part of the grand plan. His own, grand plan. To free the love of his life, Katharina Elizabeth Stones. To be continued...

replied Malia at length. It's quiet. Archie and Gabe exchanged glances, they were still confused and seemed to doubt everything Malia had to say. Malia sighed helplessly. "A long time ago ... I had a good friend. She is just like your best friends, Lyla. She has a witch ancestor. She will get that inherited power when she turns eighteen years old." Malia paused. Hastily, Malia took out a pink drinking bottle from her bag, sipping the contents until they run out, there's nothing left.

Aria did not move for a long time. She remained anchored to the floor, her body as still as the reinforced walls surrounding her. It was not a paralysis of fear or an inability to stand; she was measuring. She had become a finely tuned instrument, recording every breath, every microscopic shift of her weight, and every small, discordant reaction occurring beneath her skin.

Something stirred inside me. " Who is that?" Georgia asked still looking at the direction Abiola had gone. " She's a friends cousin " I replied and she just rolled her eyes and left. I shrugged and got in my car and drive home. Really need a cool shower. I kept thinking about her while I drove. Abiola. She's someone I can't handle, but at the same time she's easy to handle, though she acts stubborn. I got to my apartment and went straight to the shower. Needed to cool down. After 15 minutes in the shower I came out and my phone was ringing. One hand on the towel on my waist and the other I used to pick up the call, it was aunt Temi.

" 𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑍𝑎" " 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑍𝑒 " 𝑍𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.