Young Zayn Malik Novels & Stories

‘They’re all just women at the end of the day… Who wouldn’t like to take the spotlight and attract everyone’s attention? Zayn thought he had a very accurate grasp of a woman’s thoughts at that moment. But after lunch, his expression instantly changed when he took a look at the comments again. [Zayn Dunham, 25 years old, male. The son of Dunham Group’s chairman and a cruel man who caused the woman carrying his child to jump off a building…] The entire incident that could severely tarnish Zayn’s reputation was now on the internet for everyone to see!

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.

~ MILENA ~ The next day Zaia organised a barbeque where she had called their family and friends which consists of Alpha Payne, his Luna Adriana, and their three kids; 17-year-old Lance, 15-year-old Arabella and 14-year-old Landon. And of course Zade Toussaint, his Luna Valerie, and their kids; 17-year-old Ryder, 16-year-old Axel, 15-year-old Nash and 13-year-old Blair.

I smiled at him. "Liam stop" His mom protest but Zayn interrupted. "It's fine madam. I want to treat this good little boy." Zayn said and kneeled down to pinch Liam's nose. "It's fine Zayn. You don't have too." She said but Zayn didn't listen. "Come on kid. We will get what you want." Zayn smiled at me. "He knows what he wanted. I'll just wait here." I said to him. I can't believe Zayn like kids.

"You like her, bro. You were jealous of me yesterday. Whenever I was close to her, your eyes would turn bloodshot and I could smell the murderous scent coming from you." I chuckled at his description, "What novel are you writing these days? When you are done, please do let me know. I really want to read it." I made fun of him. But his stern expression did not change at all. "Stop being so stubborn and do what Dad is asking. She does not deserve to be alone in this. You have to be with her. That's the only way for it to work." He tried to make me understand. Zayn is 3 years younger than me. He is kind, soft-hearted and the most fun person I have ever been with. But sometimes he is so mature t

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

I heard Eric say from the other side and I heard another chuckle coming from the entrance. My head snapped in that direction to see Zayn standing there dressed in a Black T-shirt that clung to his body like a second skin, accentuating his biceps and abs. He paired it up with gray sweatpants that matched the color of his eyes. His long black hair was gathered together and tied as a bun on top of his head. In one word, he looked so gorgeous! Dahlia also purred in excitement as she watched him approach us. "El, you accept to be our Luna?" He asked, hope shining in his eyes as he sat beside Zayden and gestured for me to come over. I climbed down from Zayden's arms and climbed into Zayn's arms as

Alright, I am gonna look back and give him a my sweetest smile. As I did, I saw the face of an angel. Deep set eyes and chiseled jaws and brows that are so thick, I wanted to get lost in them.I am not kidding. Men with these features should be illegal in Alabama. “I am Zayn.” Offering his hand to me. I hesitantly gave mine and believe it or not, I freaking felt a jolt of electricity. Not the subtle ones but the kind that makes you jerk your hand away and i gave him my ‘what the fuck was that,do not tell me you did not feel that’ stare.

Someday, Zayn will leave me after he turns eighteen. I'm happy to be his guardian, but why does my heart feel tight? I shake that assured condition and smile up at him. I reach to cup his face. "I know. I know you're not a boy anymore. Next month is your birthday. I've asked you what you want for five years, and you always give me the same answer. Since you are turning eighteen, is there a particular gift you want? I can get you anything you want?" For five years, Zayn has never asked me anything on his birthday. He would receive gifts from Sven, Prisca, and the others. Even I give him gifts, anything he likes. Zayn was thankful, but none of them ever made him truly happy.

“If I walk into an office looking like a rainbow unicorn, they’ll kick me out before I even finish saying ‘good morning.’” “Ugh, you’re no fun,” Malik pouted. But he set to work, parting and brushing the wig until it looked sleek and natural. Then came the glasses. Oversized frames that swallowed half my face. “Instant disguise,” he declared. While he dabbed foundation on my cheeks and muttered about my “ungrateful pores,” his phone buzzed. He hit video call without asking. Within seconds, Zendaya’s bright face appeared on-screen, followed by Denise chewing on what looked like chips.