Novel & Cerita Cole X Zane

I didn’t agree to that, but would it be that bad? Not for nothing, but Zane is sexy as hell. He’s mysterious and definitely dangerous. I can sense he’s powerful. Zane’s aura is more potent than an alpha’s aura. He demands respect and loyalty. He’s not a man to mess with. His job is to collect the souls of the dead and deliver them to Death. Yeah, he’s not an enemy I want to have. In a way, I’m intimidated by him, and he doesn’t even own my soul yet. Combined with his handsome good looks and fit body, I bet he knows exactly what to do with a woman.

And Cerberus completes looking at Zander in disbelief. . . . " This boy is ...death wolves.....Soul corona."

He stared at Jay in dissatisfaction and said, “I just find it strange, that’s all. You’re usually a cold, pure-hearted person with no desire. Yet you were overly considerate of Granny Winter.” Jay stared at him speechlessly and started demonstrating his eloquent, sharp tongue, “Your IQ is no different from a child’s.” “You’re still insulting me…” Zane was fuming. At this moment, Cole immediately exposed the truth. “It’s because Granny Winter is Sir Ares’ little darling.” Zayne’s face twitched violently. “His little darling?” Cole paused for a short while before saying, “She’s Baby Zetty.” Zayne’s eyes were almost protruding out of his sockets.

Was he about to launch another one of his "pranks" Instead, a small, familiar figure emerged, her bright eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and defiance. It was Zye. Almost 13, she was a wisp of a girl with a fierce spirit that often surprised me. She was Zane’s opposite in every way, a quiet ally in a house full of silent enemies "Cole!" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the chirping of crickets. She clutched a small, brightly colored butterfly net in her hand.

Zane. He stood there for a moment, looking down at us like a predator surveying wounded prey. Then he jumped. His body dropped from the roof and landed on the road below with a grace that should not have been possible for someone his size. He straightened and walked toward us, the empty launcher hanging from his hand. "It is too soon for you to leave," he called out, his voice carrying across the space between us. "We have not finished our business yet." Kael was already out of the passenger seat, standing beside me. His body was tense, his hands already crackling with heat. At the corner of my eye, I saw Vex and Cass taking whatever they could in their vehicle.

“ You're talking to yourself, is everything fine? “ “ Let her be Xavier, she almost fell, i bet she's still startled “ Hank said with a mouthful. “ I see “ Xavier turned to his meal. Tori's head started aching again and she felt sick down her stomach, she figured she was having a hangover. It somehow made it difficult for her to eat, even though the meal looked delicious. Zane soon returned from wherever it was he went. He dropped a shopping bag on the table. “ A present for all of you “ “ Is it just me or does anyone else think Zane is possessed? “ Cole whispered to the others. “ It's odd though, Zane isn't the type to casually get presents for others “ Xavier whispered. Hank opened the bag

"I couldn't let Cole think I wasn't the real Xander." "Wayne already knows," I countered. But then it hit me: Wayne and Cole might be bros in crime, but they weren't exactly besties. Wayne knowing didn't mean he'd tell Cole. "So who is Xander Zane (the identity Hayden using now), really?" I asked. This wasn't the first time his name had popped up, but I hadn't pushed before. Now, I couldn't ignore it. "A pimp. You know what that means, right?"

The scent of leather and ash hit me like a fucking memory. Zane stepped inside. Drenched in black. Drenched in tension. Every muscle coiled, like he’d snap if he even blinked wrong. “You look like death,” he muttered. “I feel worse.” He crouched in front of me, pulling his hood down. His eyes met mine—tired, tormented, gleaming with too much everything. His hands didn’t touch me at first. They just hovered. Then slowly, one curled under my jaw. Not rough. Not soft.

“I want to know every bloody thing about them. Especially about their Alpha- Zompano and the brothel owner- Zev. “You must have your reasons, Aira. I trust you,” Zane sighed. “Fine ! I will get back to you with everything tomorrow morning,” he agreed and started to part ways with me to leave for his football practice. However, we all stopped in our tracks when the speakers of the Academy blared out:

M&M’s for Breakfast ~ Naika End Game ~ Cat Burns Shane’s words were on repeat as he drove into me. We were slick with sweat, his smoky scent on me like a second layer of skin as I held on, needy for everything he had to give me. He cursed as I clenched around him. Pleasure danced through me as I twitched around his still-throbbing cock.