Novel & Cerita Sino Si Ben Zayb

"Come on Sis, Brother Zaweel wants to talk too he said. Here!' Lidya's voice persuaded Haziya to talk to Zaweel. "Assalamualaikum, Bang," Haziya greeted after taking a deep breath. "Waalaikumsalam, how are you Ziya?" asked Zaweel, he wished Haziya would tell herself all yesterday's incident about Shabir bothering her. In fact, he really hoped that Haziya would ask him for help. He felt needed, and was very happy to help Haziya. "Thank God it's good, Bro. How are you there?"

Inis nyang sabi "Psh, cute ka Wade, pero kalma ok? May gusto yon kay Zane" sabi ko Tumaas kilay nya, "Who's Zane?" Ay, oo nga pala, hindi nya kilala si Zane "Kaibigan ko" sagot ko sa kanya Niyakap nya ako (back hug), "Basta akin ka lang ah" "Oo na Wade. Kalas na, andaming nakatingin" sabi ko sa kanya

Zayn was a bonafide invincibilis fighter! Shaelyn recovered from her surprise soon after the momentary astonishment and began to feel overjoyed. Since Zayn had already reached the invincibilis state, it meant that he might be able to save Faye. However, just as she opened her mouth to speak, Hayley immediately glared at her and stopped her from saying anything. “Zayn, even though you’re an invincibilis fighter now, you’re not powerful enough to look for Fifi yet. You should wait a while more,” said Hayley earnestly.

She heard the front door opening and then someone walking in, or two people coming in and she knew who they are but she heard another one so she looked up. Zayn, Mashhub and one of their friends whom she could remember as Ashraf walked into the house. They looks so handsome clasped in white babban riga and navy blue cap that looks like Yoruba's -Zayn and Ashraf- because Mashhub is looking as dashing as ever in his grey babban riga. "Hello there, Mrs. Borkan." Ashraf hollered from the door with a boyish grin spread across his face but also a teasing voice.

Bent jokes. “Enough!" Zayn suddenly stood up and seemed to realise something. Left without bidding goodbye? “Zayn, what's wrong with you?" Joanna pretended not to know why zayn reacted in that manner. Zayn did not bother with her and looked coldly at Bethany and Bent. He then said emotionlessly,“ This is the Blue ridge company and not a place for you to dwell with romantics!" He was mistaken! Bethany bit her lower lip and said, "Mr. Meyer, I'm not...”

Zayn released his aura for real this time specifically at him and it was something he could never resist. Silas dropped to his knees and growled loudly in pain as Zayn stared him in the eyes. "Silas, who is your king?" He groaned, trying to fight the effect of the aura but he ended up falling face flat to the ground. "Who is your king?!" Zayn yelled this time and he stammered in agony. "It's--It's you, Zayn Hendrixson. You are my king and I will forever worship you as a faithful servant"

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Zayden said sharply. "Mr. Benjamin, I dislike having someone intimidate and exert control over me." Additionally, I'm not accustomed to having insignificant individuals by my side. You know what I mean, don't you?" Zayden exclaimed, leaving Benjamin defeated and only able to clench his hands in frustration. ***

So possessive! To Zaybabe: Morning bitch. Ryle and I are meeting up to talk later. Why did you change your contact name on my phone? From Zaybabe: Why are you calling me babe? Okay, if that's your decision. I'll always be here for you. I love you so much. Promise me you'll only be with me? To Zaybabe: I promise. ~Ylluscion

Zayn, usually the epitome of stoicism, felt a flutter of nervousness. Susan, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in his demeanor. She chuckled, "Zayn White, are you getting shy?" Zayn raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Shy? Me? Never, if you're shy admit it, why do you try to push things on me?"