Andrew Zane Novels & Stories

******* The packing lot of HB was quiet as Zane sat on the hood of a spotless black Mustang, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his black jacket, a black mask covering half of his face, and a face cap over his hair. The sound of his soft whistle echoed throughout the lot, scaring Chairman Harker slightly as he entered the area with his bodyguard. When he reached his car and saw Zane sitting on it, he frowned, lashing out, “Hey, punk! Who are you?! Don't you know that this car costs more than your pathetic life? Get your dirty ass off my car right now.”

Despite his scarred heart, Carl had continued holding onto that tiny shred of hope and given Andrew a whopping 100 chances. Yet, what did Andrew do? "Andrew Lane, rather than wasting your time clinging to someone who wants to leave, why not change yourself into someone worth entrusting oneself to? "If it weren't for you, Carl wouldn't have become mute. He's already recovered without you around to taint his life." With that, I turned to step inside my house. Shane happened to come out of his apartment at that moment, and he shot a disdainful look at Andrew. Then, stepping around Andrew, he smiled and asked me what I was cooking today and how much Carl had scored on his test. All this made it

They were going to be seniors this year and head off to college after that. Zane and Zander were getting ready for their 4th of July party. When they threw a party they went all out. Everyone wanted to be invited to a Whitmore party. Zane had his eye on a girl that was different from the rest. She didn't throw herself at them like the other girls at their school. Allie Trainer. It was going to be his goal to get her in his bed before the end of summer. Zander bet him $1000 that he couldn't do it and was surprised to hear she was coming to their party that night. They both hoped she didn't bring her best friend Kat along. That girl was such a loser.

Adrian's eyes snapped to Zane and he had a strange feeling about him Zane's smile widened and he walked down to where Adrian was standing with confident steps. "Hello, my name is Zane Anderson, one and only son of Jeff Anderson." He paused and let that sink in. "My daddy owns Anderson Corporation, you know, that really big building downtown with his name on it?" "Wow!" Several kids gasped and suddenly they were looking at Zane with awe. "My daddy knows the mayor!" One kid said, deciding to brag about his daddy.

Zane parroted as his boyish grin returned full force on learning JT was Maggie’s brother. “Uh, sorry! You had me in the air so fast I didn’t get to introduce you,” Dani said, smiling, and giving JT a small punch in the arm. “Zane is a neurologist from my hospital in Dallas. I asked him to come check out Aunt Lu and make sure she was really ready to transition home.”

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Alex POV Covering over all the details of how that little girl died. I’ve still got nothing, however the new rogue member has found herself helpful by giving us coordinates to where their pack is. We’ve been setting up plans on ways to get on the inside before they figure out we know where they are. Creed has set up cameras in the woods pointing towards their territory. They have 9 people on morning patrol and 12 at night. Weird they have more at night than during the day. The ‘king’ hasn’t come close to the line and makes me wonder if he ever leaves. Sighing I hand Ryan the photos he brought to me that he took this morning. Getting the photos helps me send them to red who researches people

Her snow-white shoulders and a pair of long legs were exposed, and it was easy to guess that there was little underneath the towel. Andrew's eyebrows furrowed in a cold frown, and he smirked coldly, 'Playing the same trick twice, do you find it amusing?' Zoe stood there without saying a word, her eyes fixed on him, seemingly waiting for something. Suddenly, Andrew's expression turned dark, a chilling coldness flashing in his deep blue eyes. His face displayed a frighteningly icy demeanor, revealing a wolf-like glare, 'Did you tamper with my tea?' Zoe pursed her lips and smiled, her smile tinged with a hint of self-ridicule.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

He was silent. “Go ahead and open it; I’ll pick you up tomorrow. “Sweet dreams, princess,” he said, ending the call. I opened the folder and sat down. NAME: Zane Anthony DOB: 26 October PARENTS: DECEASED OCCUPATION: Business Consultant RESIDENCE: Chicago, Illinois I grew up on the South Side of Chicago and put myself through college with a combination of scholarships and working odd jobs. After earning my degree in business administration, I started working for a large consulting company. I’m known for my sharp mind and my no-nonsense approach to problem-solving.