Zont Zo It Novels & Stories

“Five?! I only ate two. Mami said my tummy could explode.” “Mine didn’t explode,” Zoe bragged. “I have a strong tummy like my papa!” Zane took another bite of calenta’o, calm as ever. “You really need to stop praising your Papa in front of me, Zoe. My ego can’t handle it.” Zoe squinted at him, then smirked. “But you’re more handsome than Papa, Uncle!” Zane shot me a smug look from across the table. “You heard that?”

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"Is someone onto us?" Zion's gaze flickered up to meet mine, his expression troubled as he shook his head. "No," he replied, his voice tinged with unease. "It's... something else." I narrowed my eyes at his cryptic response, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a dark cloud. "Well, spit it out," I snapped, my frustration boiling over. "What's so important that it couldn't wait?" Zion took a deep breath, steeling himself before he spoke. "The pigeon," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not just any ordinary bird. It's been trained using unnatural powers to find me specifically, to deliver messages meant only for my eyes."

instead of biting it swipes Jestino using its claw!! *SHIK!* *bag!* the attack of this zombie is too strong and makes Jestino fly and slam at the wall!! this zombie is not a regular zombie, its attack pattern is different and its attack power was too strong! there is 5 large bloody mark of claw on Jestino's chest area !! "that looks not really good!!!"- Raymart "Raymart( aka Dugong) get Jr! we're going to retreat!!"- Jimboy

Enzo’s POV My parents lived in a small cabin on the coast. It took me half a day’s hard run to reach it, and I finally shook the water from my fur as the solar lights dotting their front porch came on. Dancing from paw to paw, I stared at the two steps I had to walk up to reach their front door. They were rickety, but in the worn sort of way that looked well lived in rather than abandoned and spooky. Fairy lights glittered against the rolling grey storm, trembling in the wind beneath a slanted half-log roof shaken by the wind. Wind chimes howled and clattered, smashing into the upright logs that formed the outer ring of the porch. A steady drip fell onto the shaggy welcome mat.

Michael was still breathing heavily while saying these. "We need to be careful and strong, we can't drive close to that jet because of this zombies" Mrs Anabel replied Michael while using her hand to pet him on his back. "I have an idea, why don't we bring the zombie China man killed in. We will butcher it then rub the flesh and blood on our body so that we can be able to walk in their mist" Roman explained to others "I think he's right, that is the only way to get where the jet is." Mr Li Chong back him up.

, I shyly asked Mike. He hummed, “Yeah, Zonculi’s are proud people. They’ve got a bit of a temper,” he shrugged one shoulder. “I mean, their elements speak for themselves.” He turned his head to one side to take a peek at me. ”But, it might be different for you since you weren't really born and raised here.”

Zoey threw both hands toward the ceiling. “No. No, you’re adding extra letters! Why are you adding letters?” I dragged a hand over my forehead. “Can you both stop already?” “It’s not hard!” Zoey insisted, jabbing a thumb at her own chest. “ZOEY. Like… like a punch. Fast. No decoration.” Sophie squinted, fighting for her linguistic life. “Zo… Zo… Zoa…” Zoey gasped like she’d been stabbed. “Who is ZOA? Who?!”

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Hope Zoey isn't crazy for being stuck with Zeus :'( See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️