Shows Like Zane's The Jump Off の小説・ストーリー

Maybe it's about standing still when everyone expects you to fold. The cards flipped. My breath caught. A straight. Zane blinked, then grinned slowly. "Well played." "You owe me a question," I said softly. He tilted his head. "Ask away." "Why do you enjoy watching people squirm?" Zane chuckled. "Because it reminds me they're still alive." Rebecca muttered, "That's sick." "Sharp," Zane said, tossing his cards aside. "Or honest." Ryan's voice was colder than before. "Honesty isn't cruelty."

He would lose only when he began to trust her entirely. The courier night came. A dirty van pulled up and men offloaded a pallet covered in tarpaulin. Zane showed the operation off like a man unveiling his prize at a country fair. He was performance at the center of his own small circus. He wanted an audience. He wanted her approval. He wanted to show her that whatever Jaxon had, he could build elsewhere.

"Hello, Chloe. I would like to speak with you, but that requires no screaming. No shouting. Do you think you can handle that?" Carefully, Chloe nodded. Her musclebound Adonis-like captor reached out and unfastened the gag, letting it fall below her chin. "Please don't do this. Please let me go! Look, I won't say anything. I won't--" "SSSHH." He placed a fingertip to her lips. "First, you listen. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zane. I have been watching your show for some time. You are an extraordinary young woman. I admire you, Chloe. In fact, I admire you so much that I have decided to make you mine."

Too careful. "I have to go," I said. "Olive—" I hung up. For a long moment, I just sat there. Staring at the TV. At the split screen showing Williams Mercer's fall and Hopkins Enterprise's rise. Two stories. Completely unrelated to the public. But I knew the truth. This was Zane. All of it. He'd told me he would handle it. And I'd half-believed him. Half-thought he was just being arrogant. Just talking big.

Zane enjoys the attention, just like any young man would. When Zane and his crew walk in, the crowd cheers for him, and his staff hands him a drink. The music is loud, and strobe lights flash everywhere. Zane’s new music video plays on a big screen. The beat pulls him in as he dances through the crowd, head bobbing and shoulders relaxed. People watch him, and women wait for a chance to dance with him.

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.

I think it’s time to stop playing around. "She's very particular,", Zane explains, his eyes locked onto mine. “For her to even be bothered about joining your show, you'll need to meet specific criteria.", his words tumble out, each one emphasizing the challenges I'll face. My grip on the tablet tightens, my fingers tracing its smooth edges. I listen intently, processing the demands. My chest begins to tighten as pressure builds up and my mind races with thoughts. Zane cracks a lopsided smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Others are tucked deep between thick trees where drones probably can’t fly. There are so many hidden eyes, no blind spots. Absolutely nowhere for us to disappear. Zane sits a few feet from the judges, relaxing comfortably in a chair like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But when his eyes land on mine, there’s a heat in them that makes my thigh muscles clench in a way they definitely should not right now. Our gazes lock for a moment too long, before I tear my eyes away from him and refocus on the judges.

If he jumped, the fall would kill him. Our apartment was only on the fifth floor, but to Billy, the drop beneath his feet might as well have been bottomless. However, he had just delivered his grand final declaration. It would have been terribly disappointing if he backed out at that point. The viewers soon realized that something was off. Hidden safely behind their screens, their cruelty began to surface. [Jump already. What are you waiting for?] [Are you too scared now that you’ve seen how high it is? Just come down, kid.]

Phoebe felt someone sit beside her bed, it's slightly sag it was the sign that someone sat there. “Flower, what's the problem? We're okay lately, hmm.” “Just let me go outside Zane, so we're good.” He didn't talk for awhile. “No. Why are you calling me Zane? You're mad at me.” He really won't let her go? Then fine! She were going to sleep again than she eat the food they're cooked together. It's okay to be starve than eating that food of them. She close her eyes and let him talk.