Young Zayn Malik Mga Nobela at Kwento

Kai's POV "Say that again, Ethan," I growled, my fingers clamping onto the edge of my desk. My jaw clenched as I waited for him to repeat words that had already set my pulse racing wildly. The silence had stretched long, but when the words did come, Ethan sounded distinctly uncomfortable. "The boy. He was born in New Zealand two years ago. His birth certificate lists Michael Hartmann as the father." My fist came up onto the desk before I could catch it. It made a resounding thud that bounced back into the silent room. "You're telling me Zara gave birth to a boy and didn't feel that was something important enough to mention to me?"

Pierre extended his compliments. Looking at this couple, Malaika somehow thought about the possibility of being together with Yulli someday. Pierre and Yeti looked fine together. It was like they were a pair made by the goddess. They were both nineteen, and their good physical attributes made Malaika insecure. Especially that Seti was remarkably tall and slender. While her height was just average. Malaika’s built was slightly muscular because of her intense training.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

" Zayn smirked at the helpless condition of Kyle. Kyle clenched his teeth, "you little brat." "Stop calling me a little brat. I had a name. My name is Zayn." He said proudly. "So what little brat?" Kyle again stroked his hair, and Zayn almost yelled at him. "I warned you, don't touch my hair. I don't like when someone touch them. I hate it." Zayn gritted his teeth and clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Kyle looked at him and saw his mini version in him. He had the same gritting teeth and clenching fist habit on small matters because he got annoyed easily.

Nana pouted, scrolling through the endless pictures of teen and adult Zayn modelling a lot of outfits. "I'm not a girl! Maaysa is rubbing off you, I'm handsome." He rolled his eyes, scooting closer to her so that he could explain each picture and how he got contract with big magazines and how he came across so many celebrities. ° "You should go and see Maaysa, g-man." Rukayyah said from beside him when they finished eating their early dinner. She's trying to adjust and make room for Maaysa since she'll be living here in a week.

she said and pulled us out from the desk. That is the answer to why she is fixing herself. We are about to see one of the youngest billionaires; he is the fourth. I don't see him in any news or any platforms because according to the social media account. He will sue a reporter or paparazzi that post his pictures. Zayn Grey, Blaine Texer, and Jacob Miller are the top three youngest billionaires. We all stood by the entrance. One black sleek Lamborghini parked in the middle. 2 bodyguard cars were parked on both sides.

“She can’t hate the person she spent ten years of her life with, Mr. Graham. I am her first love. There’s no taking that away.” “Finn, shut the fuck up before I come shut you up myself!” Zayn snapped. In all his years of being a public figure, it was the first time he was acting out in public. Zayn had always prided himself in maintaining a clear head and a perfect thought system even in the middle of the most difficult of situations. He had never been seen exchanging words with anyone neither would he even stoop that low.

I stared at him in amazement, not being able to believe it, or even knowing what to think. - I don't think so. He watched me for a moment of silence, seemingly thoughtful. Then he turned his gaze to a petrified Marina. —Would you like to come with us? — he asked and Marina almost jumped with excitement. — Really? Me? Of course I do. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm going to get on a plane and see another country! — Will I need your parents' permission? — No. I'm already eighteen — she informed, proudly.

she mused, watching him carefully, “you should tell me now.” Zayn hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think for a moment before finally nodding. “As a kid,” he said casually, “This might be shocking for you to hear, but...I had an unhealthy obsession with Britney Spears and Alicia Keys.” Katherine blinked once before rolling her eyes. Zayn chuckled at her reaction, amusement flickering across his features as he stretched his legs slightly. Katherine let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Really, Zayn? This is the secret you choose to reveal?”

But as they dug deeper into the employer’s involvement, it became clean that the combat would be extra challenging than they’d expected. One afternoon, at the same time as poring over documents in the institute’s library, Aisha came across a call that made her blood run bloodless: Zayn Malik. Zayn became a former companion of her family’s business and a person known for his ruthless strategies within the energy region. The remaining she’d heard, he’d disappeared after a scandal rocked the industry. “What’s wrong?” Rafiq requested, noticing her sudden pallor. “Zayn Malik,” she murmured, displaying him the report. “If he’s worried about Orion, we’re in more trouble than we thought.”