Andrew Zane Novels & Stories

“You go wash up; we'll go to the office, and I'll instruct Dave to take you around. I'll also sign the deed of transfer of my property rights to you; whenever I die, I'm ready.” “Oh, come on. I hate that word, Grandpa.” “Where there's a meeting, there's bound to be a parting; like it or not, you have to accept it someday.” “It's too early to discuss nonsense.” Andy went to his room and showered. After shaving and rinsing his mouth, he emerged from the bathroom. His hair smelled of rosemary, his body had a fresh citrus aroma. The scent suited his energetic and active self. He put on his clothes and sprayed on a masculine-scented perfume. His appearance now was even more charming and charismat

"I was wrong, Raina. Please don't go, okay?" Zane Wade begged. His eyes instantly welled up with tears as he watched me come down the stairs decisively with my suitcase. He had been comforting Moira Green. However, after seeing me, he immediately abandoned her in a panic and hurried toward me.

He nodded toward the man who’d challenged me at the barrier. I had to admit, I respected him for it. He hadn’t backed down—not even from me. He had Alpha potential written all over him. “Go on then,” Rex teased suddenly, glancing between him and Rose. “Introduce yourself, Zane.” I narrowed my eyes, already sensing there was more here than they were saying. Zane stepped forward, straighter this time. “Zane Rykar. Second-in-command of the Banished tribe. And…” He hesitated.

As a habit he folded the arms of his shirt up, his muscles were showing that; he does gym regularly. He saw his reflection in the mirror. Zane has dark black hair with deep brown eyes, curled lashes and arched eyebrows. He has a grain complex and a mere stubble beard and moustache. He has a sharp jaw with a peaked nose and full lips. Overall, the man is very handsome. After giving him a final look he moved away from the dressing mirror. He took his phone and checked for any calls or messages but there was nothing, he put his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. He put his files in his laptop bag and took the keys from the bedside table and came out of his room. Zane locked the door of his

Likewise, he had Elliott in an observation tower that surveyed most of the zoo in case Wigdon decided he preferred another mammal this evening. After the debauchery at NYC, Aaron had done his best to recruit better Hunters. He hadn’t made a lot of headway, but he did have an older gentleman named Rusty and a woman named Connie on the team now. Both of them were in position, paired with Hannah and Eliza respectively. Jamie was nearby in reserve, only there at all in case someone was injured. Rusty was a bit slow, and Connie was hit or miss, but both took direction well, which his teammates appreciated. Not having any argumentative teammates was a plus from their perspective.

I adjusted them on my nose and looked at my rescuer then stopped breathing altogether. Zane Andrews. A Yankees cap covered his gorgeous hair and he lacked a shirt. Zane Freaking Andrews, completely and totally without any clothes on his upper body. I begged my eyes not to fail me twice in one day and kept them firmly fixed on his face. "A little advice." Zane leaned in and whispered, forming the words with perfect lips. "It's creepier when you don't blink." My entire body went numb with embarrassment. "Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. I'm just in shock, it's not every day a rock star finds you sitting between two trash cans."

I immediately knew it was no other than Zane. I was stunned by his wolf’s beauty, he was absolutely gorgeous; even though he was covered in a little blood. He shifted in his human form, in front of me and OH BOY! Holy mother of all fucks! Zane in his human form was even more beautiful than his wolf form, he was a walking Adonis. The epitome of male beauty and strength. He oozed this sexy yet dangerous aura about him, suitable only for an Alpha. My gazed lowered and Motherfuc —

I don’t know how, but I can always sense when he’s close. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open. Zane stands in the center of the room, dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans with a white polo underneath. His leather boots complete the look. His dark hair is smoothly brushed. Oh, God, his rich, intoxicating scent—a blend of spice and earth—wraps around me, reeling me in. His look is to die for. He seems… brighter, better. He looks fully healed—surprisingly so, considering how weak he was just yesterday. I thought he’d be down for at least a week. But now he stands tall, his powerful body coiled like a predator waiting for its prey—me.

Brent explained. I guess it makes sense. Zane is our friend. He and Milan dated for two years, but Zane’s mom was a bitch, making him pick between Milan and the family. Zane picked Milan and told his parents that he was leaving and giving up the family business. Zane’s dad came around eventually, and they are married now with four kids. I have no idea what ever happened with his mother. While I don’t understand Kylynn, I can understand seeing what her friend went through and thinking that the same thing would happen with her and Brent. Brent said they talked and worked everything out. I am happy for him. I sat down in my chair and got back to work, but it was difficult. That naggin

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in