Ninjago Zane Cole Novels & Stories

He dragged her by the jaw and pinned her on the wall. Emily saw her reflection in his lusty eyes and touched her white dress. She clenched her jaw as she pierced her gaze into Cole’s. She grasped the side of her dress. And when she looked to the side, she saw their reflection in a lengthy mirror—Cole, who was holding her on the jaw while his free hand leaned on the wall, and herself, who saw a different her.

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

In a panic, Zane clutched his face, now swollen beyond recognition. Zane, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded, "Please, no more... I'll stop, Mr. Cole. Can I call you boss? Just lay off, okay? I get it, I messed up..." Through his sobs and muffled cries, Zane, his face puffed up like he had gone a few rounds with a heavyweight, looked up at Liam and stammered, "Boss, I was so wrong. I didn't see how awesome you are. I'm begging you, stop the beating, have mercy on me..."

He pulled back just enough to examine her face, his hands brushing her shoulders as if making sure she was real. “Did they hurt you?” “No.” His jaw tightened. “They’ll regret even trying.” Zane’s gaze finally shifted toward Adrian. The warmth disappeared instantly. “Who the hell are you?” Adrian didn’t move. “Adrian Cole. Former Lane Enterprises strategist.” Zane’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You expect me to believe Marcus’s former employee just decided to help my wife out of the goodness of his heart?” Adrian met his stare calmly. “I expect you to believe Marcus Lane is ten steps ahead of both of you.”

Another rogue jumped at Zane, they locked in a fist hold, and another sneaked towards him, we both didn't see it coming, all I saw was his claws tearing open Zane's stomach. My hands dropped, "No."

It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Zane surprised me by asking me to show off my abilities. I had no problem showing off, and he was actually helpful with tips. At first, I was slightly irritated that he was giving me training tips, but then I realized he knew what he was talking about. Ever informed that Zane trains the new members and prepares them for the field, which explains why Ever, Kai, and Rupert are fantastic warriors.

Cole drawled. Scars glared daggers of death at the other man, and Cole grinned, liking seeing his VP all gaga over a cute chick from the get-go. It had never happened before, and he was looking forward to yanking Scars’ chain. Just a bit. He stuck out his hand to Zoe. “Cole. Bartender extraordinaire, dance champion, jack-of-all-trades.” She cracked a grin at that. “Zoe. Tattoo artist.” “Yeah, I know. Wolf’s been singing your praises for years, babe.”

“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:

I opened my mouth, then closed it. “Hey,” he said softly. “How about we strike a deal?” “What?” I swallowed. He didn’t smile. “Cole embarrassed you in front of everyone. Don't you want to make him the laughing stock and get back at him with the way he humiliated you? To make your stepsister pay and to make your father pay for abandoning you?” My brain tried to catch up and failed. “What—how do you even know about my family?” “I did my research.” Zane’s face stayed serious.

“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: