Young Zayn Malik 소설 & 이야기

ZAYN I got closer, only to be met with a douchebag trying to force himself on a girl. I instantly saw red as she pleaded for him to let her go, a slight tremble in her voice but he didn't budge. “What part of let her go don't you fucking understand!” I rushed to him, throwing a punch right at his face to get him off her. He fell to the ground like a spineless piece of shit. I was expecting him to stand up and charge at me but he laid there on the ground like a pussy holding on to his broken nose.

"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.

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.

Usually, I would spend time contouring my face, but today wasn’t that day. Chloe was halfway through a bowl of cereal while scrolling on her phone when I walked into the kitchen. She looked up at me. “Everyone is obsessed with Zayne, by the way,” she said with a grin. “They keep asking if he’s on TikTok or I***a. I checked, and all his socials are private. Smart kid.” “I’m glad those crazy blogs don’t have anything to feast on.” She added, smiling like a proud aunt. I gave her a small smile and grabbed a granola bar from the counter.