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I needed to stop talking to him. Zane: I'm making you uncomfortable. You don't know me. I get it. But give it time, pretty soon you'll have everything about me memorized, maybe by then your judgment won't be clouded by what you see on the internet and you'll see me, just me. Fallon: And who is Zane Andrews? He didn't reply back right away. Zane: Sometimes, I think, he's still the scared little boy who was abandoned by his sisters and dropped off in foster care when the love of his life died.

“Everything we have here reminds me my old life is behind me. Every bite of caviar is a bite of freedom.” Rebecca’s breastbone pressed in against her heart. “That’s a nice way to put it.” Trey reached out to take Zane’s hand. Zane returned his hold with a squeeze. Zane had told his story lightly, but she guessed sharing it wasn’t that easy. “I read your brothers’ interview,” Trey said. He startled her. “Oh,” she said, her hand coming to her chest. Zane was looking at him as if this surprised him as well.

(26). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 26: Over “Zane! Just give up! We’re lost!” “We are not lost, I recognize this place!” Zane trekked on, determined. The afternoon sun was baking him like a casserole, leaving him drenched in sweat, but he kept moving. “We’re walking in circles,” Ryder heaved, falling onto his knees. Blake hoisted his classmate back up by his arms.

Lisa grumbles, and I start to follow her wherever. "Zane has f*ck*d almost every girl you see around. You just need to look at his way, and it's a done deal." "Gross," I mutter and scrunch my face in disgust. "Really gross. Please, tell me you are not the kind of girl who fawns over these rich boys."

“I’m so sorry, pup. About all of it.” Before I can respond, the door swings open again. Zane enters, his massive frame filling the doorway as he balances a large, leather-bound book in his arms. The tome looks ancient, its cover worn smooth by countless hands over what must be centuries. His steel-grey eyes find mine immediately, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “James,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from us. “Take a seat.” My father squeezes my hand once before releasing it and moving to the indicated chair. Zane settles the book on his desk with surprising gentleness before taking his own seat beside me. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a constant reminder

The fire was reduced to glowing embers to prevent attracting attention, should there be someone or something in the vicinity, but it was warm enough in the season for them not to need a fire for comfort. Because Kendra was rejuvenated by her extended nap, she offered to take the first watch. Her aunt and cousin were asleep before she’d managed to settle into position for her task. She watched their chests move up and down to the rhythm of their steady breathing and sighed. Regret for not dealing with Rupert in a different way consumed her. She’d grown up in that cave. It may have been small, but it was home. It provided an anchor. It was a sanctuary that offered love and gave them a sense of

I returned to the villa and packed up everything related to Zane. Precious jewelry, luxury goods, stuffed animals, and photos of us as a couple—I burned them all. But when I saw a glass bottle, I paused. Inside was a letter Zane had written when he was 17. It was his wish for the future. I had read it many times before. But today, as I held the thin piece of paper in my hands, I still couldn't help unfurling and reading it one last time.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Even finding it the right thing to be done. Ren was currently sleeping under a tree with half a pitcher of lemonade to the side. Zia was drawing not to far away of the battle between the Western Empire and the 11th Army of the Empire. Felicity was reading a few medical books on old Alchemy with Elder Tani who was showing a little more into her pregnancy. A very happy Zero and Lan Su were reading on baby care as well. Jackson and Mo Lan just enjoyed each other's company looking at the sky.

he muttered before walking off down the street at a pace far too quick to be called graceful. I raised an eyebrow at Zane. “Seriously?” He stepped closer, plucked the book from my hand, flipping through the pages without actually reading. “You let him bother you too long.” “I can handle myself.” “I know. But it’s more fun watching him sweat before he runs.” I exhaled and crossed my arms. “Do you always show up like a ghost every time I’m alone?” He lifted a shoulder, relaxed. “Maybe. Or maybe the universe just likes giving us… very inconvenient coincidences.”