Ninjago Zane Cole Novels & Stories

, Pashika asked him immediately after witnessing how panicked he was looking. "Baby Bubble is acting differently", Zane spoke after catching his breath. "What are you talking about?", Arjun asked him. "She said She is not our Arika. Her name is INSANE and she is fifteen years old and wanted to marry me", Zane explained to them, and at the last line, he swallowed hard. Zane was a young innocent boy who grew up mostly with his maternal grandparents and aunt who was completely different from his elder brother CHASE who was a replica of older Demon aka their father 'Daniel Miller'.

"He's a bad guy, he pinched my hand and it hurts.." Nikolai seemed annoyed. He glanced at his assistant. His assistant, Sean was speechless. He wondered, "What had I done? I only held his hands for a while. Why did I become a villian all of a sudden?" "President Coke, I.." Sean felt like he had to explain himself. Suddenly, Zane grabbed Nikokai's sleeve and cried, "Sir, my knees is painful and my hand hurts very badly, you have to compensate for me" He showed his palm to Nikolai.

And something that could kill common sense if you stood too close. The black T-shirt clung perfectly, damp across his shoulders. A dark gray jacket hung open on his arms, framing a body that still looked like it had been sculpted for a gym poster. Faded jeans. Mud-splattered boots. Zane Romano. The man who could make a firefighter look like a Boy Scout. Ash exploded from behind the sofa. “PAPI!” Ash shouted, voice bursting with energy. Without hesitation, Ash sprinted and launched himself into Zane’s arms. Zane crouched, setting the boxes down in one clean motion before catching the boy midair like thirteen kilograms weighed nothing.

We were in so much trouble. When I reached the living room, Zane was sitting on the edge of a small, worn-out leather couch. He was completely shirtless, wearing nothing but his grey joggers. His massive back was hunched forward, he rested his head in his large hands. Even from behind, he looked like a giant. His shoulders were tense and rigid. On the coffee table in front of him sat a white first-aid kit, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a roll of bloody gauze.

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.

************************** Joey's POV "What do you mean by that? Who is Zane?" Lena asked Ethan came to help me up. "Zane is the dark figure, the one you've been seeing in your visions and nightmares, and he just made his first move", I replied. "What can you tell us about this Zane?" Ethan asked "Oh dear expressionless, I can tell you a whole lot about this Zane" "How long have you been keeping this information from us" Lena asked

Grendel snorted again, ashen faced. Lapon simply laughed in turn. "Really? In that case, don't say I didn't warn you that your fief will soon be annexed, right under your watch." "What?!" Murin, Grendel, and Luna paled in indignation. Then, glaring at Lapon, Grendel demanded icily, "Explain yourself!" "Hehe…" The youth chuckled just then. "I am Zoran Zangief, son of Tobek Zangief—chief of the Danifo Alliance!"

“Thinking you guys know everything. What if I learn from Zane instead? Bet he’d be a gentleman about it.” Cole’s eyes flashed with that jealous heat, but he just pulled me tighter against him, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks. “Zane wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like you. Too much fire. You’d burn him out in five minutes. Stick with us, and we’ll make sure you’re satisfied… and safe. No more hospital stays for my little omega.”

Eighteen months ago. “Someone got them before us,” Jonathan, the mafia consigliere, reported grimly. Zane Kang’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled into a fist, nails digging into his palm as his fury simmered. “Who the hell?” Jonathan hesitated, swallowing hard. “L-Lorenzo K-Kim.” The name alone was enough to send Zane’s rage soaring beyond bounds. Once just a pickpocket from a small town, Zane had clawed his way up from nothing to become the most feared mafia boss in Korea by twenty-one. Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest.

She looked like she was constipated. But our victory didn’t last as Zane and Ronan entered the cafeteria with the rest of their friends. Zane looked absolutely dashing in his black leather jacket and white t-shirt. I forgot for a moment that he is here for his girlfriend. He walked towards us with an aloof expression on his face as Mila jumped on him and buried her face in his chest, in front of everyone as she told him about the argument between us. Zane stood face to face with me after pushing Mila aside as he uttered a single word, “Apologize!” he ordered and I glared at him with contempt. All his hotness went out the window. Who does he think he is?