Novel & Cerita Hey Everybody Its Zan

''I love reading and taking naps,” I said in a satisfied tone. ''Ok, my turn,” Zayn said looking at me. ''I'm Zayn, I love playing basketball and I enjoy funny people like you,” Zayn said still looking at me. ''I'm not funny, I'm just the nerdy type,” I said looking confused. ''Oh yes you are, your facial expression right now is also funny,” Zayn said smiling at me. ''You talk like you've known me forever,” I replied back at him.

the stranger says. Whoever he is, I need to thank him personally. He is a lifesaver. "Get the fuck out of my room, Reaper. Now, shut those ears of yours, and don't come interfering with my business," Zane blurts out. As he slams the door, only my sobs fill the silence of the room right now. Zane is a Dominant? I ask myself as I stare at him with shock as he walks towards me. "No more, Zane. My ass is super tender, it might burst if you hit me again," I say crying so badly.

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.

Her coworker, “Do you know who you just missed?” “No, not really,” Janiya said casually. “Zane Win. Oh, you probably know him by his stage name Win. The prince of China just gave me a smile that showed his deep dimples in his cheeks.” Janiya smiled, taking a deep breath to hold back tears. ‘I shouldn’t have come to work tonight,’ she thought. “Zane, how are you doing, sweetie?” "Not good, Mama. I’m swamped right now, Mama. I’ll call you later. "

Please shhhhh shhhh. Sara : who are you? What are you doing in my cupboard? Zayn : ahhh that's Ill tell you everything . Please be silent. Okay? Sara : who are you ? ( Panicking) Zayn : I'm Zayn. Sara : what you doing here? Zayn Zayn : I don't know too...what I know is whenever I fall in sleep , I visiting your room in my dream. Sara : what? Zayn : I know you don't believe but this is true.

Amelia’s POV “Hey,” Zane yelled loudly and I took off my ear pods that I was wearing and looked at him. He was looking hot as fuck in his black denim and blue shirt. His hair slightly tousled and I fought the urge to run my hair through them. “Oh, Hi!” I breathed out with a smitten smile. “I just wanted to know if you’d be free today?” he asked and my breath caught up. “What for?” I asked, carefully. “Well, we haven’t completed the assignment that Mrs. Gomez gave us,” he reminded me.

“You’re Ash?” Ash nodded carefully. Zoe flashed a grin. “I’m Zoe. Zoe Romano. I can do splits and eat four donuts without fainting.” Krystal sighed. “Zoe, that’s not how normal people introduce themselves.” “But it’s cool, right?” Zoe turned to her. “Right, Mom?” Krystal hugged her from behind, then looked at me. “Zane, why does your kid look like an intern being forced to give a PowerPoint presentation?” I lifted an eyebrow. “Because he just realized his cousin is your smaller, louder clone.”

A little spark seemed to jump between us, or maybe I just imagined it. “Z-Zara,” I stuttered, my voice coming out small and shaky. “I’m Zara.” Zoey waved at him with her free hand. “And I’m Zoey. Nice to crash into you, Zane.” He nodded, still smiling. That smile made something flutter in my chest. “Nice to meet you both,” he said. “I’ll see you around.”

"Just one condition. Tell me your name." I blinked, trying to wrap my mind around it. "My name?" "Yeah." Zane’s voice held a teasing edge, though there was something warm in his eyes. "I’ve been calling you ‘hey’ all day, but you know... it’s not working for me anymore." Mabel. I said it before I even thought about it. "Mabel." “Mabel,” Zane repeated, the name rolling off his tongue with a new kind of warmth, like it belonged there.

Standing in front of me was none other than, HIM. Zayn.