Zonic The Zone Cop

Breaking the Spotlight Fame. Power. Love. In a world ruled by billionaires and entertainment royalty, love isn’t just risky—it’s lethal. Behind every red carpet and viral headline lies a battlefield of jealousy, ambition, and betrayal. But for the power players at the top, love is the one thing they refuse to lose. This series follows three powerhouse couples—fierce, loyal, and utterly unstoppable—as they navigate scandal, secrets, and the cost of having it all. From fake engagements and forbidden pasts to dangerous truths and undeniable chemistry, each love story proves that when it comes to matters of the heart, the spotlight can either make you—or break you. Three couples. One world. An empire built on love, loyalty, and the fight to stay standing when the cameras stop rolling.

“This thing you are doing to me, I have no idea what it is. I just want to feel it forever.” Romero declared his face void of its usual strictness. This was the first time Imade was seeing him show something close to emotion. It was beautiful. ______ Imade has never had a problem being the "IT" girl, in fact, she bodied it effortlessly. She had enough hate from her family members and that was enough to keep her going. It was one thing to be living your dreams and it was another thing to be rudely pulled out and pushed into a deep web of lies woven by your parents. Imade's perfect life was thrown into deep chaos when she was forced to marry the dark lord Romero Vaughan. Her whole life was put on hold and she was introduced to a world she thought was all myth. More chaos when she finds out that the dark lord hated her and the peak was when she finds herself falling deeply for him.

Oubliez les "tout les oppose mais ils s'aiment", on part sur un gros "ils s'aiment et putain ça va faire mal" Axelle Lyce a 22 ans, elle habite seule à New-York et elle est dépressive. Toute sa vie elle a eu l'impression de n'être qu'une toute petite flamme, si minuscule qu'on pourrait l'éteindre d'un souffle, ballottée de droite à gauche et qui se force à briller de tout son éclat pour ne pas montrer à quel point elle est fragile. Une toute petite flamme qui va rencontrer l'essence. /!\ VULGARITE EXTRAIT *Mon pied part en direction de son ventre mais il le bloque avec une agilité déconcertante et le rejette, me faisant chanceler. Je commence à penser que je suis vraiment débile. Il balance son poing vers mon épaule. Je pare sans difficulté mais son autre main vient s'écraser violemment dans mes côtes. Aïe ! Je perds l'équilibre et manque de tomber. Contrairement à ce que je m'attendais, il n'en profite pas pour attaquer et se remet docilement en garde. Mon flanc me lance douloureusement. Je lui jette un regard noir. « T'en as déjà marre ? Me nargue-t-il. » Décidément, il a l'air de bien s'amuser. Cette fois, je n'ai plus envie de jouer. Je lui prépare un de mes coups favoris. D'abord, le poing au menton. Il esquive sans problème mais ne voit pas mon coude arriver dans sa mâchoire. Puis un grand coup de pied en plein torse pour le faire reculer. Il vacille et porte ses mains à son visage. Puis il me regarde de nouveau, surpris. Je ne résiste pas à l'envie de le provoquer un peu. « Et toi ? » Il ne tarde pas à retrouver son sourire.

Bah voilà jme présente ! Moi, c'est Zaïna, orpheline, j'ai 15 ans, je suis Comorienne mais avant tous Musulmane. Malheureusement je ne sais pas pratiquer. J'y connais rien. On ne m'a jamais apprise. On m'a poser à mes 1 ans apparemment. Bref ma vie jvous la racontera après. Bref physiquement ? Jfais 1m60, un truck comme ça ! J'ai une couleur de peau matte. J'ai un corps normal et les formes la où il faut. J'ai les yeux marron claiiiir qui vire au marron foncé quand jsuis énervé. Les cheveux noir/marron, tous est en fonction du soleil. A l'ombre tu les verras noir et au soleil tu les verras marron. Bref ils sont long et y'a beaucoup de volume ! Mais personne sais. C'est chignon ou natte, jamais je les montre. Bref assez parler dmon physique. Jsuis une meuf genre qui parl pas, qui calcule personne mais quand il faut j'ai une grosse bouche et sa peut aller loin en deux quatre six. Dans cette orphelinat, jparle à dégun depuis le drame (A suivre...). On m'appelle même la "muette". Ok leur délire mais m'en bas les couilles je leur répond pas. J'ai un coeur en pierre, double portes blindé, double serrure et trois codes. Rien ne m'atteint à part mon passer mais personne la connait. Bref mes journées se passe comme ça: Réveille => école => boxe => chambre et je bouge plus de la journée. Ah oui oui depuis cette incident j'ai décidé de plus me laisser faire. Mes parents ? Même vu pas jparle. Ils m'ont abandonné dès ma naissance tsssss et voilà ou je suis maintenant DANS UN ORPHELINAT DE MERDE . A suivre...

After North Myers was betrayed by her sc*mbag of a fiance, in a fit of rage, she decided to seduce her ex’s uncle!She used every seduction tactic in the book and finally got married to his uncle. Then, North realized something. She seduced the wrong person!Her husband was not her ex, Eiger South’s uncle. He was the richest man and owner of Howard Enterprises, the man who was so powerful his name alone caused people to tremble in fear!North began wondering whether she could still run away. Gerald Howard was a man of power and status. No woman had ever managed to catch his eye, until the woman from all those years ago came back. As Gerald watched North try to run away, he just chuckled in amusement and grabbed her by the waist. “You can’t run away after making me fall for you, my dear.”

After being reborn, I'm taken back to the day I confessed my love for my childhood friend. In my past life, I had to plead and beg before he begrudgingly agreed to marry me. "You look pathetic when you beg me for anything, Annabelle." That was what Hayden Gulman always said to me. He was so cold to me that he even canceled the part where we read our vows to each other during the wedding. When I was eight months pregnant, he took a photo of my belly covered in stretch marks. Then, he complained to his true love about the unhappiness he faced after marrying me. When I went into a difficult labor due to my agitation, he and his true love were on vacation. At that moment, my heart finally died. It turned out my one-woman show couldn't be considered love at all. Now that I've been reborn, I smile when I see the disdainful look in his eyes. I say, "We have nothing to do with each other from this moment on. I only wish to be happy."

Five years ago, Sienna Blake had a whirlwind romance with Damian Cavendish, a ruthless billionaire known for his cold heart and untouchable power. But when she discovered she was pregnant, she left without a word, knowing he would never choose love over his empire.   Now, fate throws them together again when Sienna is hired as the interior designer for Damian’s newest luxury hotel. She does everything to keep their son a secret—until Damian discovers the truth.   Betrayed and furious, Damian demands full custody. But as they are forced to spend time together, sparks fly once again. Old wounds resurface, and Damian begins to wonder: did he make the biggest mistake of his life by letting Sienna go?   When an unexpected enemy threatens their future, they must decide—can they trust each other again, or will their past destroy them for good?  

Growing up, Alassandra Khairi always had a passion for law. Following the death of her parents, she decides to study law to honor her father's memory. While attending one of the most exclusive colleges in the Ivy League, she meets Ikaris, whose fate is intertwined with hers. As Alassandra and Ikaris begin to uncover the school's secrets, something dark and ominous begins to emerge. They soon realize that the only way to save themselves and their love is to uncover the truth and face the darkness. What secrets are hidden in the night? Will Ikaris be able to choose between his mate or his destiny? Will Alassandra choose to bring the truth to light, or will she remain silent and keep her secrets in the shadows?

I was the sole front desk clerk at a haunted hotel. Welcoming players, checking in on the bosses’ quarters, and slacking off a bit were all part of the job. At least, that was what I thought. It turned out my days were far from ordinary. A blood-drenched little girl in a tattered red dress kept ringing the service bell. Her eerie voice echoed, “Miss, why didn’t you come play with me?” A creepy black cat with glowing eyes wouldn’t stop meowing and rubbing against my legs. And then there was the old woman with claws like knives, cheerfully knitting me a sweater… out of players’ skin. One day, I took a day off to care for my sick mother. That was my biggest mistake. The entire game instance erupted in chaos. Bosses interrogated players, demanding to know where their precious front desk clerk had gone. “Did she abandon us? Is she never coming back?” I ran. They chased. But no matter how fast I fled, their grip on me only tightened. In the end, escape wasn’t an option.

My grandmother only knows how to draw one thing—infants. They're ugly, but people line up to buy the paintings. I watch as she takes those women into unlit rooms. Then, their bloodcurdling screams will ring out. Oddly enough, they always thank my grandmother when they're leaving. One day, I finally find out what exactly my grandmother paints. I discover the truth when I see an infant crawl out of one of the women's bellies—it looks just like the one my grandmother has painted.