Zion Smirk Novels & Stories

- Death - (Before Lucifer and the team had left Hell) Zach was getting yelled at by a woman in a sports top, and tight black workout pants. "Why the fuck would you use offensive magic indoors?! We literally built an outside arena for that kind of thing. Not to mention your blast of wind almost hit Marcus on the other side of the wall!" The woman yelling was Jasmine. A 5'7" dark-tan Indian woman with thick black hair tied into a ponytail, brown eyes, and an almost bulky muscular build. Jasmine was a Grim, same as Zach, and was often annoyed by her fellow Grim destroying the inside training area.

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.

Xiu replies smoothly, and Jia covers her mouth as a giggle escapes her lips. Xiu's smirk grows, and Zor's face begins to remind me of a predator's. Her canine teeth seem to become the focal point of her face and her eyes flash viciously at us. "Who do you think outshines me, Xiu? It can't be you," Zor practically sneers, and Xiu's shoulders straighten even more. I want to slap the Maroon slag. How dare she say that about Xiu. Xiu is beautiful and exotic!

“Everything is fine. Please don’t worry.” “We will leave in a day for Phantoria.” Zahir said. Zahir had black eyes and hairs too, but he had white highlights at the tips of his relatively short hair. He had a right eyebrow piercing. He had a light moustache and coolly shaped beards. He was well built, tall, and very intuitive. He wore similar normal clothes like Amor's but he kept his shirt’s buttons loose, revealing half of his bare chest. Even the sleeves of his cream shirt were folded up, creased on his biceps.

He was afraid that talking to Steven could lower his IQ as well, which is why, he remained quiet for the entire duration. A person sat next to Liam, at first he thought that Amelia was back, but when he turned around, he found a smaller person. “Zion! You have grown up so much in a few months?” Steven happily greeted the newcomer. “Hmm. Glad to see you back.” Zion politely responded and focused on eating. He was just like Liam. He spoke less and was clever and efficient. Perhaps the only difference between the father and son was, that Zion was too cute! Also, unlike Liam, Zion's iris was black, just like his birth mother.

He announced. "Yes!" Zenith jumped. "Can I really get used to this place?" Jaemin muttered. "I love it here" Chance smiled. Jezebel is still crying on the ground, her finger still pouring blood. "I'm the hacker here , so we're together. I'm Lambo" Lambo told Zenith. "Take care of me" Zenith replied, and Lambo stroke her hair "Of course, clan baby" she said, and Zenith laughed. "I'm Jaemin, the hitman, be f**king good to me" Jaemin told Sylvester.

Zayn, usually the epitome of stoicism, felt a flutter of nervousness. Susan, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in his demeanor. She chuckled, "Zayn White, are you getting shy?" Zayn raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Shy? Me? Never, if you're shy admit it, why do you try to push things on me?"

Don't worry, when I come back, I'll bring a gift for both of you. — If you go and don't come back with my sombrero and a bottle of very spicy pepper, you know we'll have a huge problem. I'll make you work for another fifty years with me," a male voice appeared in the lobby. Coming out of the employee elevator, a man in an unbuttoned suit, a backpack on his shoulder, and a wonderful woody perfume that could be smelled from a distance, his calm tone of voice sounded like thunder, and he was completely different from what Catherine could expect from someone working there. He was tall, probably about six feet tall, strong, his hair was tied up in a bun on top of his head, a lumberjack-style bear

Still eager to stir the pot, he muttered, “Careful, Mr. Lucas. That lapdog of hers has some strength. He looks polite, but I bet he’s no better than she is.” Hearing that, Zion cursed under his breath, “Who the hell would be dumb enough to fall for a disgrace like her—” He abruptly cut off. Because just then, the man he had been cursing turned and looked directly at him. Zion froze, the rest of his insult stuck in his throat. Shane, still oblivious, snickered and added toward Xavier, “Yeah, we’re talking about you, idiot—” *Smack!* Without even a moment’s hesitation, Zion turned around and slapped Shane hard across the face.

Shane underestimated him but now he saw more clearly that Zayn was a good game player who understood what he was doing. Importantly, he needed to leave this place before the domineering presence breaks him into submission. He couldn't keep the straight face forever while his system burns within. Zayn was not ordinary. He was more than the ordinary stranger that they see him to be. Beta Shane found his way into the alpha's Chevrolet Camaro ZL1 and drove off speedily leaving Zayn alone to smirk. Shane was definitely angered by the thing he had spilt. Zayn exhaled. "That escalated pretty quick"