Young Zayn Malik Novels & Stories

She said. "I understand honey! You know being 16 is crazy, and being 18 and 21, no one should ever miss that feeling of being that age. It's amazingly wonderful and you get to be 16 once! You miss it you lose! So I comprehend that more than anything. They say "YOLO"! They both laughed whilst starring at each other. "Dady aren't you a bit old for that though...like the "YOLO" thing "? She asked. "No Me!? I'm as sexy as fuck! I'm Zayn Malik swiry"! They both laughed at that. 😂

9 meters tall. He could tell that the young man was only a little over 20 years old and it was possible that he was rather athletic. The young man’s physical quality was considered not bad amongst the masses possibly due to his frequent involvement in playing basketball. He was bright and handsome-looking. Zayn was certain that a young man like this was highly popular outside with plenty of girlfriends.

As the city center had invited all the big names in Star Entertainment, Zayn would naturally be included. There was a sudden smell of gunpowder in the air. Due to the previous incident, Zayn had become instinctively terrified of Tyr. However, this time, things were different. With Star Entertainment’s prominent figure, Skyler Yaleman, and Zayn’s biological older sister, Maeve Lee, here, the boy could stand taller. That’s right. This Zayn Lee was the biological younger brother of Maeve Lee. Both of them were A-list artistes!

“Yikes, Queenie. Your so-called boyfriend is such a big talker!” Zayn sneered and said, “My uncle’s name is Walter York. If you really have the capability to get my uncle demoted, I will kneel and apologize to you!” Kayson immediately made a call to Xander.

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thought, feeling decent enough in my silk short and camisole, I padded bare footed towards the door. "Hello there." Zayn's length was rested against the doorframe. Gone was the suit, instead, he was dressed in a pair of loosely fitted black pants and shirt. A black sandals adored his feet and on his wrist was a black Rolex watch accompanied by a black beaded bracklet. "Hey." I mumbled feeling shy and suddenly not so decent. "What are you up to?" He asked, his eyes fixed on mine, not my exposed body. "Nothing much." I answered, stepping away from the door while holding it ajar.

I mumbled, collapsing onto an armchair. “Spill it,” Hailey demanded, she leaned towards me, her eyes widening as she stared at me. “I know there’s tea to be spilled!” she added, the corners of her lips twisting into a mischievous grin. I knew there was no escaping her. Sitting up slowly, I began. “Zayn and I broke up yesterday, or rather I broke up with Zayn yesterday.” “You did? Hailey shrieked, her eyes widening in surprise.

“It’s kind of weird, you know.” Cyril raised a brow. “You did look stunning, though. Can’t blame them.” I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. Zayne leaned forward, showing us another photo. “This one’s actually nice. Us three, first public family picture. Kind of iconic, right?” “Kind of?” I said. “It’s a whole moment.” He snorted. “Bet I can sell it to TMZ. I’ll caption it The Ex, the Stepdaughter, and the Heir. Boom. Bestseller.”

“I’m telling him the truth he’s trying to hide.” Zayn finally turned to him fully. “And what truth is that?” “That he’s not—” “Careful,” Zayn said quietly. The junior boy blinked, confused. “Careful? Why—” Zayn stepped closer, standing so tall the boy had to tilt his head up. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” “Uh… Declan?” Zayn gave a small, humorless laugh. “Do you even know what Declan is capable of?”

"How are you?" "I'm good, uncle. How are you?" Zayn nodded. Everyone greeted him. When he got to Jackson, he stopped to look at him closely. Jackson bit back a smile, while his older brother sized him up. Jackson is taller than Zayn. They look so much alike, especially the eyes and the shape of their heads. "Oh my..." Zayn murmured, reaching for Jackson's hair. "Is that grey hair I see?" Jackson looked mortified as his hand flew to pat his hair. He glared when Zayn laughed at him.

"Not that it's any of your business, but JoJo is my personal assistant." There was a groan from his younger brother. "Not that name again, sounds so masculine and tough and doesn't compliment all those curves I just saw." Zayn smirked while Jordan looked about ready to kill him. "What? I was just complimenting." "Keep your eyes and your mouth off her, man." Zayn raised his hands in mock surrender. "She didn't recognize me," He continued. "Because of the .......you know, accident and surgery." "You haven't told her about it I gather." Malik asked. "No. I still can't talk about it." "Well fuck."