Hey Everybody Its Zan Novels & Stories

Five years ago, Isabella disappeared from the life she once knew. No explanations. No goodbyes. Just whispers, shame… and a name nobody wanted to mention again. Now she’s back. Calmer. Colder. Untouchable. The family that once looked at her with disgust pretends she never existed. Her sister’s life looks perfect from the outside. The man she was accused of trying to trap is about to step into a future that never included her. But Isabella is no longer the girl they remember. Strange opportunities begin to find her. Important people begin to notice her. And the more she rises, the more uncomfortable certain people become. Because Isabella’s return is not a coincidence. She is walking straight into a world that thought it had buried her. Some watch her with curiosity. Some with fear. And one man in particular watches her like he knows something she doesn’t. He never asks her questions. He never offers help. But he never looks away either. As Isabella builds a new life for herself, pieces of the past start to surface things that don’t add up, memories that don’t feel complete, and truths that someone clearly tried very hard to hide. The deeper she goes, the clearer one thing becomes: She was never meant to be ordinary. She was never meant to be discarded. And the people who threw her away may soon realize that losing her was the biggest mistake they ever made.

Sequel to 'Moon's Betrayal' set a month shy of the twin's eighteenth birthday. References to book one. Can be read as standalone. Follows Bellamy Carter, the Siphon who helped the Venscothi family time and again in the first book, and Kenzie Venscothi, the female twin of our favorite Krosthani trio. Kenzie has been raised believing that she has no magic or wolf which was supposedly the result of inheriting the Nokaura poison that once ravaged her mother's body. What she does not know is that this is a lie that they concocted after she was born to try and protect her from a prophecy that pits her against Asry the Nokaura King. Bellamy comes back just in time to save her before her parents do something that will unknowingly kill her. He helps her get away from the lies she has been told all these years. The truth is remarkable. She has the most powerful magic he has ever encountered. It is one reason his magic always manifested strongly around her growing up because hers was being suppressed. Their destiny brings them together in the most intimate way possible. It will irrevocably change the world of witches, a people that they belong to more than the shifter side of their hybrid DNA. Everything has a balance in their world. Strong magic comes with a weakened wolf. They are more witch than shifter. They not only have to face Asry but also have to deal with other powerful witches who want to either enslave them or destroy them. There are even more enemies lurking in the shadows just biding their time to strike. Can they protect each other while protecting everyone else as well? Can they figure out who their enemies are and stop them before it is too late?

In the third year after I've run away from home, my parents finally remember my existence. But the reason is that the fake heir, Jayson Norman, is displeased with his marriage partner in the upcoming marriage alliance. That's why my parents instantly think of getting me to replace Jayson in the marriage. When Mom sees Katrina Cobb, the woman whom I've eloped with, rummaging through the trash in a wheelchair, she feels extremely satisfied. "Back then, Joshua refused to stick to his role as the heir of the Norman family. He even went as far as to push Jayson down the stairs just so he could elope with this wretched woman! I bet he must be riddled with remorse by now!" With hazy eyes, Katrina mutters, "Yeah, he was filled with remorse. He regretted going back to that place you call 'home' with you." Dad lets out a cold huff. "Well, that's enough tantrum on his part! Tell him to get his ass home for the marriage alliance, and we'll consider the past water under the bridge!" Having noted Katrina's silence, Dad wastes no time in kicking her wheelchair over. "You wretched cripple! Where have you hidden my son?" I can only float in mid-air as I gaze down at Katrina, who's wailing in pain on the ground. At that moment, I feel as though my soul is getting ripped apart. "Mom, Dad, I've been dead for three years. How am I going to take Jayson's place in this marriage alliance?"

I was dying soon. However, both of my childhood friends, who swore to protect me forever, did not realize that. It was because they were busy throwing a celebration party for their junior from the research lab. I went through hardships and got infected by this incurable virus to retrieve this special seaweed from the deep sea. However, that junior claimed that she was the one who got the seaweed! My childhood friends, whom I had known for decades, believed her. Due to their accusations, I became the evil senior who was taking credit for a junior’s work. I wanted to explain, but they said, “Mandy Smith is a good kid. Why would she lie?” “You’re busy playing tricks and acting like a pick-me girl instead of focusing on your research. Trust me, I’m going to get you removed by our supervisor.” After I was discharged from the hospital, I left the research lab and disappeared just like they wanted. However, they started to desperately look for me.

Bianca is dying. Acute myeloid leukemia, stage three. The family doctor told me on the phone—bone marrow transplant, only option, perfect match. Identical twins share ninety-nine percent compatibility. I crushed the diagnosis report. My name was at the top: Gemma Blackwell. But the doctor trembled, whispering apologies. A clerical error. The sick twin was Bianca. The cure was me. I had to get home. Rain lashed the taxi windows. I rehearsed the scene: Father setting down his cigar, Mother gasping, me explaining the mix-up. The report has my name, but the blood work is Bianca's. I can fix this before it's too late. My phone lit up. Family group chat. Father's message was short: [Gemma is terminal. Bianca forbidden from donation. Family decision.] My blood turned to ice. They had seen the misdelivered file. They thought I was the one dying—and they had voted to let me rot. When I pushed open the door and saw Father, I felt it— the temperature drop, the world freezing around me. Tears burned my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "Father," I said, my voice barely steady. "I have a question for you." He looked up from his cigar, annoyed. "If it were Bianca dying," I whispered. "Would you have made me give her my marrow?" The room went silent. He set down the cigar. A long pause. "No," he said finally. "Of course. We have resources. We would find another donor. We would never ask you to take that risk." I smiled a little. Just a small, sad smile. "Good," I said softly. "That's exactly what you said. Don't regret this."

On the night my family got wiped out, someone had hidden me behind the barrels inside the wine cellar. The gunshots kept going off the entire night outside the cellar. I could only curl up between the barrels while listening to unfamiliar voices cursing in Etarino. All I could do was gnash my teeth together in order to not make any sounds. At the break of dawn, the wine cellar's door was opened from the outside. Two people could be seen standing in front of the pouring light. The first person was Antonio Corleone, a 15-year-old teenager who was also the oldest son of the Corleone family. He was still holding a gun, which had smoke wafting from its barrel. The second person was Matteo Corleone, Antonio's younger brother. His clothes were stained with blood that didn't belong to him. Antonio crouched down before draping a coat over my body. "Don't be scared, Elena," he said. "From today onward, I'm your family." Matteo squeezed Antonio away before stuffing a warm slice of panettone into my hands. With red-rimmed eyes, he said, "My brother is right. I'll kill whoever has the guts to hurt you." It was Christmas Day of 1999. Back then, I was ten years old. For the next 20 years, I grew up in the estate located in Vosaro and became an essential part of the Corleone family. At the same time, I also grew up to be the woman both Antonio and Matteo have a crush on. The entire family has noticed their obsession and love for me. Antonio and Matteo help me exact vengeance on the people who killed my family. They even buy a football team and name it after me. Everyone thinks that the brothers are head over heels in love with me. They patiently wait for the news when one of them will marry me. Even I also think the same. But on the night before my 30th birthday, when Don Corleone asks the brothers who among them wishes to marry me, Antonio snuffs out the cigar in a crystal ashtray. "Father, you should know that I'm terribly busy with the family's affairs, so I have no time to marry anyone." Matteo swirls the whiskey in his glass while wearing a flippant smile. "Father, I'm only 33 years old, and I'm not done having fun just yet. Besides, marrying Elena is just a joking promise that I've made when I was young. I'm not going to follow through with it." The next day, the brothers decide to propose to my enemy's daughter, Sophia Volpe, at my birthday banquet which I have painstakingly prepared. They even force me to drink the entire bottle of grappa despite the fact that I've been suffering from stomach issues for ten years just to please Sophia. When I get carted into the ambulance after suffering from stomach bleeding, Antonio and Matteo immediately cover Sophia's eyes with their hands while claiming that I'm just faking my illness. The moment I feel blood rising from my throat, I've made up my mind. On the day I'm set to get discharged, I dial a phone number. "I will get married to the heir of the Rossi family."

Emily had plans, plans that didn't involve moving in with her elder brother and having to share an entwined room with his best friend. Being born into a rich family,her only intentions were to attend college and fulfill her dreams of becoming an artist but her world turns upside down when trouble comes knocking in the form of Tyler,her brother's undeniably gorgeous and irresistible best friend. However,Emily and Tyler's relationship kicks off to a rocky start and her guarded world opens up as she is between her feelings for Tyler and his unyielding demeanor towards her, constantly reminding her that he has no interest in her and only sees her as his best friend's obnoxious little sister. Will a sheltered naive girl like Emily be able to break through Tyler's caged heart or will his cold and unyielding demeanor be too strong for her to handle?

Flynn Greg has lived her entire life in the shadows — poisoned, lied to, and betrayed by the very people she calls family. At 23, she believes Roselyn is her mother, unaware the woman murdered her real mother during childbirth and stole her life. For years, Roselyn’s poison kept Flynn’s wolf weak, ensuring she’d never rise, never fight, and never claim what was hers. But fate isn’t so easily silenced. Betrayed by her half-sister Celine and rejected by her mate, Ranon, a power-hungry wolf desperate to marry into the Alpha bloodline — Flynn is drugged and framed in a twisted scheme to disgrace her. Left powerless, humiliated, and marked for banishment, she should have been broken. Instead, the night brings her something beautiful. A one-night encounter with an emotionally unavailable, secretive stranger named Ray sets off a bond neither of them expected. But Ray isn’t who he seems — and neither is Ranon. Unknown to them all, the two men are twins separated at birth by their own mother, born into a brutal bloodline of ruthless ambition. As secrets unravel and Flynn’s dormant powers surge to life, she uncovers the horrifying truth about her past, her lineage, and the prophecy she was born to fulfill. The girl they called weak is the heir and greatest Alpha wolf no one saw coming… and she’s out for blood. Now, Flynn must decide: will she surrender to her heart’s pull toward Ray, a man carrying unaware secrets of his own — or solely focus on the vengeance that she had sworn to dish? One thing is certain: those who betrayed her will kneel, and the pack that cast her aside will learn the true power of a wolf who was never meant to be caged.

My mom is terrified of being laughed at by others the most. Whenever the holidays are here, she will keep repeating one sentence to me—"Don't go around embarrassing me." When my relatives gather around and chat with each other, I accidentally knock a fruit platter over. Mom drags me over and slaps me on the spot. At the holiday feast, I grab extra pieces of steak for myself. Mom responds by kicking my chair over. When it's time for the holiday gifts to be distributed, my aunt, Gabriella Hall, has miscalculated the number of children present among the family. So, she has prepared one less gift for the occasion. Mom doesn't hesitate to kick me out of the apartment, leaving me shivering in the cold corridor in just my indoor clothes. The icy winds chill me to the bone. I keep slamming my palms on the front door while screaming and crying my apologies at Mom, and yet she remains unmoved and silent. Instead, she turns to face Aunt Gabriella with an apologetic smile on her face. "I'm really sorry. I didn't raise my daughter well. It's only fair that you ridicule me." What Mom doesn't know is that I get triggered whenever I hear the word "ridicule" thanks to her so-called parenting lessons. Whenever I hear that word, I want nothing more than to hurt myself uncontrollably. So when I hear the word "ridicule" coming out of Mom's mouth through the front door, I turn on my heel quietly and begin making my way toward the bridge next to the neighborhood that's plunged into darkness. The moment I jump from the bridge, the only thought I have is, "Mom, no one will ridicule you because of me this time."

Adrian Moretti’s adopted sister—She knew perfectly well that I suffered from severe asthma and could not be exposed to smoke or strong scents. Yet during the yacht reception, she deliberately dragged me onto the open deck, where cigars burned nonstop and the wind howled. Within seconds, my chest tightened. When I reached for my inhaler, my blood ran cold. It was empty. I collapsed against the railing, gasping violently, my lungs burning as if they were collapsing in on themselves. She crouched beside me and smiled. “You’re always so dramatic. It’s just a little smoke. You don’t need to act like you’re dying,” she said softly. “You’re too weak. You need to build some tolerance.” I looked toward Adrian, my vision already blurring. “Adrian,” I choked. “Give me my inhaler. If I don’t use it right now, I’m going to suffocate.” He frowned slightly. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?” he said coldly. “I’ve never heard of anyone dying from a bit of smoke. She’s right—you’re always seeking attention. We finally gathered tonight, and you’re ruining it.” My heart dropped. I fumbled for my phone and called my mother. “Mom,” I sobbed, barely able to breathe. “I’m being bullied… and I can’t breathe.” My voice shook violently.