Cole X Zane Novels & Stories

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

Coming to a halt at the door of the storage closet that lay partly open. “…I am not with them, Cole. Speak to me.” “We landed somewhere south but I can’t give you the exact coordinates in case you spill.” “I'm not a blabber mouth, Cole. Is that why your line is encrypted?” “Since you know. Stop asking. How's Zane?” "Zane—he's not right. The way he looked at Mom's grave. He smiled. Real smile. It was freaky as fuck, and I don't ever wanna see that shit again. You gotta move both of them. Don't slow down…"

came the man’s gruff voice, faint static lining the edges. “It’s fine,” I said, rubbing a hand down my face. “Tell me you’ve got something.” There was a pause. “I do. But I’ve got good news and bad news.” Savannah leaned closer, her eyes locked on the phone like it might spit out the truth any second. “Let’s start with the bad,” I said. “Zane Rubio doesn’t live in Los Angeles anymore,” Cole replied. “He’s gone. Moved out permanently.” Savannah’s face fell. Her shoulders slumped, disappointment hitting her hard.

Elena had always known Mr. Lorenzo was the kind of man who haunted dreams and ruined girls for anyone else. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a sharp, chiseled jawline that looked like it had been carved from stone, dark piercing eyes that seemed to see straight through every lie, and thick black hair that always fell in that perfectly messy way. His deep, commanding voice could silence an entire lecture hall the moment he opened his mouth to speak about history—wars, empires, and forbidden romances that ended in tragedy. Every girl in the school whispered about him in the bathrooms, in the hallways, and late at night on their group chats. They talked about his strong hands, how his cri

“Did anyone recognize you?” Zane flashed a wide smile, revealing his gums. “Not at all,” he said, smug satisfaction dripping from every syllable. He turned on his heel dramatically, letting the cloak swirl around him. “I was nervous at first, sure. But now?” His grin deepened as he tapped his chest. “I feel invincible. Perfectly capable of carrying myself. After all…” He sprawled across Yeonho’s bed as though it were a throne, folding his arms behind his head. “All those years in the mafia paid off.”

Zane who was hiding behind the bamboo grove slowky stretched his little head out. He heard their conversation intermittently and it was not very clear. However, he heard about the Xavier family from his daddy and mommy many times, and the woman who was cheated away by Agnes also seemed to have the same surname. Did Agnes conspire with the people from the Xavier family? Did she want to catch his mommy off guard? No! He had to tell his mommy to stop everything from happening. "Mommy!" Zane rushed over quickly And grabbed Hailey's arm.

If Rose had been there, she would have recognized them instantly. Cobra. Byron. Fury. The same loan shark gangster she had once paid off to leave Maya alone. Cobra did stop walking until he got to where Zane was standing. “Zane,” he greeted, his tone casual. “Didn’t think you’d still be working out of dumps like this.” Zane scoffed. “Didn’t think you’d still be alive.” A few of the men tensed, unsure of the energy between them. But then, Zane stepped forward and pulled Cobra into a brief, rough half-hug.

Zane says, walking up and giving Xena a fierce hug and she punches him, making him wince. Poor girl got the short end of the stick for shifter females, reaching only five feet eight inches. But her height doesn’t keep her from whooping Zane’s ass, who reaches six foot ten. If it weren’t for his words after my shift, I’d be swooning for sure. He appears strikingly dashing in his black formal wear with a turquoise undershirt that emphasizes his light hazel blue-green eyes. The seamstress did well in perfecting his dress suit so that it molds to his tall, bulky frame. Damn, he’s hot. Why does he have to be such an asshole?

Johnston shifted uneasily in his chair, hoping to dodge these specific questions but realizing there was no way around it now. "His name is Zane Coovens, the CEO of a renowned software company with franchises across Asia, the Caribbean, and Latin America. As the only son and heir to his family’s fortune, he is incredibly wealthy. He discovered Becca after she ran out of her pack when Elyon chose Xena as his Luna,” he explained to his Alpha. “Trust me with this, there's no chance this man will abandon Becca for you. He'll do everything in his power to keep her."

Why am I surprised that Zane is this good at this job? We park in front of a red-roofed farmhouse that looks like something I once saw on a postcard. “No way.” I once again paste my face to the window. “This place is unreal.” “Of course it is. It’s my territory.” “I still don’t think you can take credit for that.” I laugh. “Look— they have cows!” “If I’d known what a fan of livestock manure you are, I’d have— ” I ignore him and exit the car right as a young man comes toward us. His mop of dark curls is swept around by the wind, and his frame is slight, especially for a Were. “Dr. Sem Caine,” Zane explains after they exchange a hug.