Romans & histoires Shows Like Zane's The Jump Off

“It’s a basic zap wall with heartbeat lock. Only lets in peeps whose pulse matches hers or mine. Kinda sweet, huh? Like a ‘fuck off unless you’re family’ sign.” The lady looked ready to bolt or puke. Probably both. Val rolled her eyes. “Zane, quit hyping your crap. It’s cringe.” “I am not hyping. I’m dropping facts.” “You’re just showing off.” “Showing off works in like a ton of animal kingdoms. I’m basically a pro.” I snorted so loud I almost blew my cover. That’s when I spotted it again. Weird shift up on the third level, left side. Shadow too big for the lights. Stood still, then dipped.

Jace with his bunny tooth said as he walks toward the exit. " sounds goodie! been dying to have some melon guard smoothie!" Shane exclaimed " ewwwwwwww " we all cover our mouth. " Thanks I'm good with water and i'll be going to our booth now, goodluck guys !" Zadie waves walking away. We walk towards the exit when I felt a Burning gaze I immediately turn my head and there I saw those cold amber pair of eyes I haven't seen for 5 years. P A Y N E. . .

“What do you know about Jordan?” “Serious sadist,” Zane says flatly. “The guy gives professional Doms a horrific name. Absolute garbage.” That matches my assessment perfectly. Just pure malice. “He’s only been on the island for about six weeks,” Zane continues. “What’s bizarre is that he skipped the entire vetting and training process. Kantor just dropped him right into the head Dungeon Master slot over guys who have been here for years. He claims he transferred in from a private club in Phoenix, but I had some associates check the Arizona underground. Nobody has ever heard of him.”

she threatened and walked away. “That was a good show,” Zed chuckled and walked into Zane’s space. “You and your little mate here owe this village a cable. You better get one before they notice and ask for a scapegoat. Just know, I’m done doing favors.” Zed headed out. Zane scoffed and picked up his jacket bouncing towards the door. I picked up my knife that was sitting on the desk and followed him. “Wait up,” I struggled to maintain the same pace with him. “I know you won’t want to tell me. But I need to know. How’re we gonna get cables?”

I say through fits of laughter. As we hear more yelling coming from off in the distance, Jacob stands up and says “Your entertainment for this evening was brought to you by The Blue Ridge Pack. We hope you enjoyed the show?” We heard more yelling “And it may not be over yet. Thank you.” After about five minutes, the yelling stopped. Megan breaks the silence by saying “Well, they have either killed each other or they’re screwing.” That’s when Jacob yells “Zane, you had better behave over there. Remember you still have to go home tomorrow where my Father can see you.”

“We won’t be able to control it either.” “No, but at least you’ll look like you’re standing up to it. I’m guessing the networks will start airing your response early tomorrow.” Evan clapped his hand on Zane’s shoulder. “You were fine. Calm. Straightforward. You’re not Paris Hilton, so I expect you’ll be excruciatingly uncomfortable for a while, but then you’ll get over it.” “All this doesn’t shock you?” Zane couldn’t help asking.

“As long as you know CPR.” I took a sip of the water set before me. “I know how to leave you bleeding in the middle of this restaurant and make everyone think it was part of the show.” He laughed. “God really blessed your mouth.” “And blessed you with the logic of a horny teenager.” Zane leaned back, and his gaze had that familiar light. The one that knew every shortcut to my ruin. The one that had pushed me into falling without a parachute years ago. “You still came to brunch with me,” he said, voice low and casual.

He left in a hurry, hastily moving past the checkpoint. The guard at the checkpoint yelled at Zane to holster his weapon. He hastily holstered it, it had still been in his hand as he had forgotten to put it away from the shock Zane was experiencing. How could someone be dragged off a fifteen foot wall that easily? If Pales could get that high in a jump, what use was a wall? Daniels’ POV

I sit like the good little Princess I’m meant to be. Although I secretly want to stand a table and strip while screaming fuck the Wolversons. The idea swirls around in my mind. I watch as Zane fights, and hell, he looks hot. Here he takes off his top like he doesn’t care what people think. No doubt because while it’s off, he’s almost killing men with his fists.

Not after what I had done. Then Zara’s voice came through the wood. “Skye, listen. Zane is still on the rooftop. He’s on the edge. He’s threatening to jump. He said he can’t live like this anymore.” Red’s voice joined in, shaking. “He’s serious, Skye. He’s standing there crying, saying if you don’t come back and say yes, he’s going to end it. Please. You have to come.”