Zion Smirk Novels & Stories

I suggested that the drugs might have weakened us, allowing Max to overpower him. Finally, I asked for his name, and he revealed it as Zion from the Red Water Pack, asserting his status as an Alpha. I withdrew my hand swiftly when I sensed something amiss. Zion's gaze followed me, his eyes wide, scrutinizing my every move before releasing me, perhaps to ensure I wouldn't attempt to flee again.

He said, his lips curling into something similar to a smirk but not a smirk. Zenith never smiled or showed any sign of happiness. He has lost the ability to do that when he walked out of fire, bruised and scarred.

"See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight. Also, look at all those stretch marks on my wife's belly. Who'd want to touch that?" Each word echoed through hundreds of speakers, accompanied by Harvey's disgusting, mocking laughter. Immediately after, a photo of me breastfeeding, looking disheveled and clearly taken without my knowledge, popped up in the corner of the screen. Even though my face was blurred, the caption cut like a knife into anyone who still had a shred of decency. "So this is the kind of man you chose as one of the 'Top Ten Defenders'?" Spencer stood up, holding the laser pointer u

Damien moved back, a smirk on his face. “What’s going on?” He asked. “Just came for a drink, brother. Nothing more.” The smirk never left his face. And Zane never took his eyes off me. Goddess, help me, because he looked like he was about to explode.

"Thanks for being Zia Damien Karlson," A shiver ran down her spine when that raspy voice whispered in her ear. She tossed her head and her eyes widened by watching his signature devilish smirk playing on his demonically enchanting face. Zia clenched her jaw and tried to detach her hand from his without trying to make it obvious to anyone but instead of loosening, his grip turned more rigid around her.

But you know how these things work, as long as he's in the midst of guys like Stephan and Zyaire, his beauty doesn't count much. Zyaire had seven friends, Stephan being number one. Except for Stephan, Tommy, and Jiro, the rest of his friends weren't much to look at. Jiro is an American Japanese. His mother is of Japanese origin. He is quiet, loves smiling with his eyes closed, silently offering his friends his chips, and almost always playing games on his phone. From what Zayne told me, he is the only one apart from Stephan he could tolerate, the only one among Zyaire's friends who genuinely cared about Zyaire. But you know Zayne, he still hates the guy because he can't stand people.

“I’m fine. You?” He cocked his head to the side. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Then Jasmine thought of something. “Are you going to think differently of me now?” Zain held her close, looking deeply into her eyes. “Never.” Then a crease formed between his eyes. “Do you think differently of me?” Jasmine smiled, shaking her head. “No. Never.”

He roared as he almost went outside to summon those involved. "But, don't worry. Alpha Damien, I won!" She said with a hidden smirk on her face. Damien believed whatever Jasmine told him. Jasmine got away with almost everything and anything possible, she was like the golden pack member. "I always knew they would do something so disastrous. They never seemed to like you. I hope you're not hurt anywhere." He asked her.

She smiles. “Aww that is amazing! Me and your mommy couldn’t ice skate for the life of us! And here you are an ice princess!” Zaia laughs, “We were hopeless.” Sia smiles. “I want you and Uncle Zade to come see me if I make it to the championship finals,” Sia says, her eyes sparkling. “And she doesn’t mean Uncle Atticus,” Zion says before I can even reply as he walks in, hands shoved in his pocket. Unlike Sia, he’s very tall, looking far older than he is.

“Where exactly are you taking me, Mr. Surprise.” Zion didn’t take his eyes off the road, but a small, playful smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his suit jacket shifting over his broad shoulders. “You’ll see,” he replied, his blue eyes flicking toward me for a split second before returning to the road. “If I told you now, it wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?” “I have never been a fan of the unknown, Zi. You know that. I am a planner. Fifteen minutes increments, remember?”