Novel & Cerita Zonic The Zone Cop

"Of course." "Zeke, Noah, Noelle, Jared, come with me." Vincent ordered. His gaze fell on me. "You should come with me as well," he said. ... "There were more than a dozen of them. We have restricted movements in Zone A. The werewolves have also been isolated," Noelle said. We were in Vincent's office. Noelle was briefing my mate on everything that had happened at Zone A.

Lucas looked at the Rank 8 Demonic King Kong. "To answer your question, sir, we're here at Zone D to gather zombies to invade Western Base City," the Rank 8 Demonic King Kong quickly answered. Lucas had already guessed it, but he wanted to listen to what the Rank 8 Demonic King Kong had to say for himself. "Where are the zombies gathered by your party?" Lucas asked slowly. "Sir, there seems to be not many zombies in Zone D." The Rank 8 Demonic King Kong was at the brink of bursting into tears. He only wished that Lucas would spare his life.

***ZANE'S POV*** I walk into Don Russell's office and the faces of the men are rough. What catches my attention is a grey beaded man standing beside the window. Sheriff Bianco. Anger flares in my nostrils and as I fist my hands into balls, I walk towards him anger in my eyes. "You son of a bitch," I backed out in fury as I stomped towards him, punching the shit out of his face. "Zane. You big motherfucker, get off him," Rio shrieks as he rushes towards me, Alex behind him.

If I sneak out without telling him, he’ll activate the GPS under my skin. Winona: You’re dating a billionaire, not a prison warden. Winona: And you’re Dianna Valdez. Remember? The woman who once intimidated a judge just by looking at him. The office door slid open a little. Zane appeared, still in a black T-shirt and dark joggers. His hair was mussed by one hand, his phone in the other. His black eyes found me instantly on the sofa, swallowed in his hoodie, legs folded, a box of siomay in front of me.

Roman murmured, his voice slightly slurred around the hit. Zane didn’t answer. His shoulders were squared, chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. He didn’t move forward, didn’t throw another punch. One was enough. Above them, mounted to the side of the building, a red light blinked steadily. The camera’s unblinking lens captured every second, every angle. The footage would be sitting on some security server by morning, ready to be reviewed by whoever had clearance. Roman straightened, rubbing his jaw, and took a step forward. “You’re predictable, you know that? I say one thing about her, and you’re ready to break bones. You think that makes you the better man?”

A few seconds later, they were in pursuit, but even the police didn’t have the same power their souped up engine had, and soon enough the red and blue lights faded into the distance. “Ha! Ha!” Elliott laughed, slamming his hand on the roof of the SUV before he rolled the window up and turned back around. “That was some driving!” Jo realized she was practically sitting on her brother’s lap which disgusted her, so she flopped over the seat to the back, glad to see it was Brandon in the way-back and not Cassidy. “Who the hell are you anyway?” Elliott asked Zane, and Jo hid her snicker. “Zane O’Braonian,” he said offering one hand while he drove with the other.

And Dominic was more than willing to protect me, even at the risk of whatever came next. Zane chuckled darkly, his laugh low and mocking. "You really think you can protect her, don’t you?" He took another step, and this time I felt a pull—a deep sense of danger that seemed to tighten around me like a vice. "You’ve always been so predictable, Dominic. But she’s not what you think she is. Not anymore." Dominic’s jaw clenched. "Stay away from her." Zane paused, his gaze flicking between Dominic and me. "You know, I didn’t want this to be messy. But it looks like you’ve left me no choice." He reached into his coat, pulling out a small device—sleek, high-tech—and pressed a button.

Zena's POV Emotions churned within me as I stood before the captured right hand of El Fuego. The sight of Mr. Lopez stirred a whirlwind of conflicting feelings, a potent concoction of relief, anticipation, and a lingering sense of apprehension. It was a victory, undeniably, to have him in our custody, yet beneath the surface lay the sobering recognition that our journey was far from over. Happiness teased at the edges of my consciousness, an unattainable shade, overshadowed by the harsh reality that success in our line of work was often fleeting, a mere respite in the ceaseless battle against crime and corruption.

With the last of his strength, shivering, Zen crawled from the water and lay on the hard stone ground panting hard. It was cold. It was dark. Yet, it was still a game. [Congratulations! You've discovered a secret room and safe zone. The number of occupants in this safe zone is 1/1.] The window alert made Zen grin. He wasn't the devil yet, but he must have the devil's luck. Who would have expected to find a safe zone in this game? Judging by how it wasn't on the map, this safe zone should help him tide through the rough opening school ceremony.