Zion Smirk Novels & Stories

“Can you not have a jealousy meltdown in front of everyone?” “This is more entertaining than the sports fest.” Zahir, standing nearby, leaned over to Zian and whispered. “Liam’s about to pop a vein. Maybe we can just sit back and let him do all the work.” Zian said. “I am just making sure he understands where he stands.” Liam’s fists remained clenched, and he turned to Zada, speaking through gritted teeth. Aaron raised his hands in mock surrender, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Yeah. Does the Zago practice such an open culture? If they do, they should bring along a dozen handsome men here." Seva joined the cheering. "Don't look! He's mine!" Unfortunately, her words held no power. "I'll stare at him if I want to. I'll not only stare, I'm recording this down with the Water Mirror Technique and sharing this image with my besties." While the crowd was cheering, something was happening to Shia. He gradually grew bigger. His muscles were enlarged while his skin looked dark and dirty. His veins throbbed as well. His face had turned into a monster's.

Gabriel froze mid-bite and I watched his brows arch beautifully together. Zoey was standing there, her usual smug smirk plastered across her face, wearing that short cheer skirt that screamed attention. Damian stood beside her like her personal shadow. He had his hands shoved in his pockets and unexpectedly, his eyes were fixed on me. It was like he was trying to read my mind, or maybe just enjoying my humiliation again. Either way, my posture straightened like Julian had taught me to always keep it whenever I was around Damian or Zoey.

Within, Zac tried to internally digest the information Liam had just given him. "The man who served the juice had a scorpion tattoo on his wrist. Though he had worn a full-sleeve shirt, I was able to see it when he stretched his hand to give me the glass," said Liam, "When searching about you, I came to know some the enemy of yours and the Sicilian gang is one of them." Liam's words brought a frown to Zac's face; his eyes narrowed at Liam because what he was claiming didn't match what he had seen.

"It's fine now! I can't hear your complaints anymore plus you can't bite my baby off. Don't worry I'll also return your jawbone to the location after this." I better die by a sword or gun than dying like this. ZAKI IS A DEMON!

Both have almost the same height. While Xander has a light aura but still with a hint of seriousness because of his eyeglasses that matched well with his straight thick and dark brows. Even with his dark eyes, there is like an invisible smile painted on his lips. But Zion… Despite the way he smirked when our hands touched for a handshake, it is undeniable how he has a more formal air than Xander, even among everyone here in the elevator. His mood seems light but his presence isn’t. It’s like seeing a person with two completely different personalities but in one body.

Those eyes didn’t just look; they claimed. “You’ve been watching me,” Zion continued, voice calm and certain. He stretched his arms overhead, back arching in a slow, deliberate display. The movement made the hard ridges of his abs flex and shift, and the waistband of his boxers slipped another dangerous inch lower, revealing the shadowed V of his hips and the faint trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the fabric. “Every shift change. Every headcount. Every time you think no one’s paying attention. You think I don’t notice the way your eyes linger?”

His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now. "It's an artificial spirit prototype made by yours truly, the great Professor-Inventor Zen Xiu, 'cha know?," the professor said with a sly smirk on his face. The young student was amazed and filled with awe, his eyes wide with interest, but was instantly replaced by ripples of worry, leaving his face creased with apprehension. "You're creating something that will most likely provoke some of the Elder Council again...," the young man replied with a worried look on his face.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

I guess he saw the dismayed look on my face that I wasn't buying any of the jokes he was trying to sell cause the smile disappeared faster than it came when I shot him a glance in disapproval. "Or was he scared of me ?" I thought to myself smiling. Zayn stared at the car bumper that was completely damaged and shook his head while running a finger through his beautiful hair I had come to like very much. When everything felt safe and he had adjusted the bumper a bit ,he walked back to the he car and tries igniting it back to life . "I don't think it can move away from here by itself " he commented in a low voice after he must have tried like the twenty something time if I wasn't exaggerating.