Zion Smirk Novels & Stories

This is maybe silly, but I think the energy in the car feels different than usual, "I mean, dude, I swear that scent was pure ambrosia. I don’t know what it was, maybe some girl cum or whatever. I don’t care, I just want it again.” This time I really can't stop myself from rolling my eyes in deep annoyance because he sounds fucking dramatic and borderline romantic. My smile immediately disappears too, but Zion laughs at me. "You are such a spoiled little kid, no one taught you how to share your toys?” he teases with a stupidly charming smile. “No one taught you how to just have one toy and stick to it?” I snap back at him. Zion laughs like that was extremely funny, but I’m not sharing his la

Roman's POV "She's fine man! Exotic with her big curly hair and deep brown almond eyes. Bro, her lips and the way she speaks....I almost came on myself when I saw the way those jeans hugged her." "I'm telling you, she is what dreams are made of but the men that surround her are nightmares. I'm not afraid to throw hands but c'mon let's be reasonable, you can't expect me to keep going around them." The phone was silent. "Think less with your dick, and do your fucking job. I am not your bro. I'll be there and soon."

I kept my eyes on the ring of me wished I hadn't. Of course, my inner Six's number one fan would have a different story to tell. He was dressed in shorts and sneakers fixing the ropes or something of a sort, but I was preoccupied with watching his back muscles flex with every move he made. Yes, he was shirtless in all his glory, and by God, I don't think normal human beings look like this. There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back.

Jake sounded close by. “You better keep your eyes to yourself,” Zion said, shouting toward his left. “Don’t worry. Your mate’s dignity is still intact.” Jake moved away from them. Zion helped her to her feet. She took his hands, going on her toes to kiss him. “You’re turning into a softie, baby. I don’t even recognize my little submissiveness.” “She’s still here, but she might not like a lot of pain.” She couldn’t help but smile at her statement.

Not when I knew what was to come now, when I knew that she also needed to stand strong just as much as I did. I made it to the edge of the training yard when I felt him. The one person who kept me grounded. The one person who somehow, despite all the chaos, managed to show me that there was another side to this. Damon. He was watching me from across the stone path, jaw tense, arms folded over his chest. I walked straight to him. “You don’t have to put on the armor with me,” he said when I was close enough to hear him. “And you don't have to keep doing this. You are already carrying enough, Sienna.”

My foot lands on the second platform a fraction of a second before his, so I whip around to face him, ready to rub in my victory, but everything I was about to say dies in my throat when I see the heated look in his eyes, his hand coming to rest on my hip as he pushes me against the tree. Never has anything in my life felt more right than this moment, staring up at the strange vision come to life in front of me. "Guys, can you unclip so we can have a go, before carrying on with that prolonged eyefucking thing you've got going on?" Damien hollers across the course, breaking our stare off and I feel my cheeks burning as I reach up to unclip the first metal part of the harness, turning my hand

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

“Let Danterion go! It’s over! You are outnumbered!” Sirion simply laughed at her, seemingly unfazed. “Do you think you and your puny friends could kill me?” “No, but we could unleash hell for you,” Shia said. As soon as Marmie had put her back into the ground, Shia hoped through the tentacles of the enormous kraken who intended to pulverize her, successfully dodging its attacks. She was holding two sharp light beams in her hands, ready to strike Sirion in the chest. When Shia had gone near enough, she tried to stab Sirion overhead. However, he was able to effectively sway himself away from it.

And it completely, utterly, flew at the face of what they knew about the world. Zayn, meanwhile, espied the intensifying fear on the foreigners’ faces. His grin cracked even wider into a smile. He beckoned to Smith with the same smile and said, “So, Smith! I heard you’ve just finished filming a sci-fi movie, where you’re some kinda unstoppable superhero in it. Wow, so cool, bro! Can I see how cool and invincible you are in real life?”

I had chosen him, and whatever came next, we would face it together. But just as I lost myself in the fire of his kiss, a voice cut through the haze, pulling me back to reality. “Well, isn’t this a cozy little reunion.” My heart stopped, and I pulled away from Gio, my eyes widening as I turned toward the source of the voice. Zion stood a few feet away, leaning casually against a streetlamp, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. But his eyes—those sharp, predatory eyes—were anything but amused. They glinted with something darker, something more dangerous.