Zill Zoophobia Novels & Stories

With blinding, terrifying speed, Zuri pivoted. She drove the blade of the spear down into the beast’s neck, killing it instantly and silencing the screams. Then, she dropped the weapon. The heavy spear clattered against the wooden deck. Zuri stumbled backward, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. The sadistic smile vanished so quickly it was as if it had never existed. Her golden eyes widened, not with ecstasy, but with sudden, violent, manufactured panic. She began to hyperventilate, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Then again, he probably did know and pushed her buttons on purpose. “Oh, I’ve been kind when I’ve told these Neanderthal sexist bigots to fuck off. I haven’t left enough statues to fill a museum in my wake because I’m here on Nebrodi business.” Zoe’s hands started to flail in frustration as she got worked up. “And I tell you this, if that rat-faced, self-hating closet piece of shit Beta Tucker tries to suggest a mating between us, I’m going to throw up on him and then make him a statue with the puke fused in.” She warned.

Zoe smirked as she slipped out of her chair. “They’ve tried exposure therapy. Trying to get me to sit inside a disassembled airplane didn’t work.” Henrik furrowed his brow. I quickly pieced together where she was probably going with this. It became more obvious as she pushed Henrik’s chair back and straddled him. I should have been jealous, but I did not feel jealous as my mate wrapped her arms around my twin’s neck. “You know what the mile-high club is, right?” Zoe asked. “I… yeah. I’m aware of it.” Henrik answered, looking past her as if checking that I was cool.

Here they were today, Petra watched him carefully wiping Zoe’s face without hesitation. 'But now… you don’t even flinch from wiping Zoe’s face clean.' The thought echoed painfully inside her mind. Her fingers clenched slowly at her sides. “Petra.” Zoe’s voice snapped her back to reality. Pete now stood beside Zoe with his arms folded across his chest, looking irritated. “I said there’s nothing between us,” Zoe continued. “What exactly are you doing?” She rubbed her stomach slightly, her face pale. “Besides, I’m a germophobe. I don’t think I can even eat dinner anymore. I’m already grossed out enough.”

Jamal sobbed. "What are you talking about?" Zoey was still struggling because of how uncomfortable the situation was. "But more than that, I'm fucking scared. They're going to judge me if they find out. The people. My family. You guys. I'm scared everyone's going to ridicule me if they find out I'm crazy over a guy. More than that, I'm scared he might not ever accept my feelings." "What?!" Zoey was hellbent on peeling away from the hug. He was saying ridiculous stuff and she had to see his face.

As soon as he replied, Zoey became so agitated that she nearly fainted. Willow quickly held her steady while asking anxiously, "Are you alright, Zoey?" "I-I'm fine. I'm just overwhelmed and a little scared," Zoey answered. Her emotions had nearly gotten the best of her. "Huh? Who scared you?" Willow asked puzzledly. "Caspian, of course! Who would've thought that he's the Diatoranian God of War?" Zoey exclaimed. "Why are you even more agitated than I am?" Willow remarked exasperatedly.

Fello frowned, but that man did not comment on anything that Zeline said. "I'm a virgin!" said Zeline quickly. "I also have genophobia. The fear of having sex." Finally, Zeline's secret came out of her mouth. Their hands were utterly loose, Fello gripped his hair tightly with both hands. His face looked surprised. He moved back two steps. Zeline closed her eyes, hoping the tears didn't run down her cheeks. Again! Harsh reality will attack her. Zeline clasped her own two hands. It is not easy for a normal man to accept her situation, which has a strange phobia as she feels. She was determined that after returning from Bali, she would soon see a psychiatrist.

Nervously, I reached for the concealer, attempting to mask his bite mark with makeup. My hand froze on my neck as Vincenzo slowly stepped behind me. Every muscle in my body tensed, yet I maintained eye contact with him through the mirror. It was Vincenzo, just Vincenzo, no one else. "Why do you sometimes freeze and become unresponsive?" he asked, his hot breath hitting the back of my head. My grip tightened over the concealer, "I—uh—I told you about my phobia. What more do you want to know?"

Posy asked. “Depends, does she taste good?” “Yes.” Penn, Hunter and I chorused. “Didn’t need to know that.” Zeke shook his head. “We’re getting close now.” Szan said quietly. “We need to be very quite and calm. Griffons can sense anxiety and fears. They don’t like them at all either.” “Um, I’m nervous by nature.” Wyatt spoke up. “You’ll be fine.” I assured him. “Just do your breathing. In on three, out on seven.”

"Ugh! I was ready to read! You can't just open a secret letter and then close it...the mystery on the inside could drive anybody mad." "Shut up, Liam...you're the one who could drive people towards insanity. You talk too much, why can't you be like Fredd?" "Fredd's boring and you're just the same...why don't you spice things up a little and spray some of that thing on me?" "No." Zillon pushed pass him, gripping the bottle tight in his hand. "There's better things I could do with it." "Such as?" "I don't know yet, we could probably test it on somebody —not you— and see if it really works."