Andrew Zane Novels & Stories

He let out a sharp, mocking scoff and stood up straighter, crossing his arms over his chest instead of shaking Zane’s hand. “Uhhh,” Andrew started, his voice dripping with pure derision. “Andrew Dimitri. Key master.” He rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful. “What is this, a comic book convention? What kind of absolute clown are you?” Zane slowly let his hand drop to his side. He didn’t look angry; he looked entirely unimpressed. He leveled Andrew with a flat, cold stare. “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.”

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I shove him into the shower with his clothes still on, I'm barely in my right mind to look after him, so I try to do the best I can right now. After about 15 minutes of sitting in the shower, he looks better. His eyes focus and he recognizes where he is. "I fucked up Danni. Grace pregnant, my mate, fuck my mate, she probably hates me," Zander starts rambling. He found his mate, and he's been keeping it a secret. How the fuck has he been doing that? I sit there silently as he continues to babble. What's the saying … a drunk man's word is a sober man's thoughts?

The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them. The odd part was, the humans were less concerned about the topic. It was the wolves who saw a sacred mating bond as broken as a felony. In truth, as wolves, it was, but I was still surprised by their nonchalance reaction of the ‘forgiveness’ between the old couple. “Andreas, I trust that you’re well” Nathan said, keeping his hand wrapped around me. He glared at the man who smirked, noticing Nathan’s annoyance in his eyes. “I am, thank you” he said as a woman approached him. She stood a step behin

The other vampire and his guards who came along with him followed suit in silence behind him. Zane, who had remained mute for the rest of the moment and conversations since he was silenced with a shameful defeat by me, suddenly stood up and followed his leader, Andrew. He walked with his hood over his head and his head low as he shamefully refused to look at anyone. He walked past me and I couldn't help but laugh at his embarrassed self. I think this was a case of the proud being humbled. He increased his pace immediately when he noticed that many eyes were also on him.

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

She instinctively furrowed her brows, and that was when she heard Zane say, "Natalie, I know that person, so I'm just going to go say hi." Zane knew him? Then, she saw Zane approach Andrew, the chairman of the SEC, otherwise known as the Securities and Exchange Commission. He greeted politely, "Mr. Dreyfus, I didn't expect to see you here." Although Andrew had blocked Zane's listing attempt, he still made sure to keep up appearances. Smiling, he said, "Yes, what a coincidence. Are you here on a date with your girlfriend, Mr. Aetos?" At that, Rowan's eyes narrowed, and his sharp gaze immediately snapped to Natalie.