Zane Bennett Novels & Stories

“She’s alive.” Zane’s chest caved. The world tilted. And for the first time in his life — Zane Moretti had a sense of being able to breathe again.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Drunk In My Mind ~ Benson Boone Adea A range of thoughts and emotions flit through me as I wonder how Gabe is here and then why. A fiendish idea comes to mind and an equally devilish smile spreads across my face. Because there was only one reason Gabe would be here this morning. Dropping my phone, I moved to get up, my leg shifting when I’m held back down. Shane’s grip had tightened, and he was refusing to let me get away. I definitely didn’t miss the hardness digging into my belly.

Brent explained. I guess it makes sense. Zane is our friend. He and Milan dated for two years, but Zane’s mom was a bitch, making him pick between Milan and the family. Zane picked Milan and told his parents that he was leaving and giving up the family business. Zane’s dad came around eventually, and they are married now with four kids. I have no idea what ever happened with his mother. While I don’t understand Kylynn, I can understand seeing what her friend went through and thinking that the same thing would happen with her and Brent. Brent said they talked and worked everything out. I am happy for him. I sat down in my chair and got back to work, but it was difficult. That naggin

Yep, so now it should be easily distinguishable," I said flicking through pages looking for a sign of red. It wasn't until another hour later that I spotted the next red name. A girl named Elizabeth from the 1700s. I put my slight disappointment that it wasn't Milly aside and continued to search for another thirty minutes. "Max..." I said to my eldest cousin who had sloped back to the sofa. "I think I found her. Her full name is Millia right?" He nodded as he leant over my shoulder and looking to where I was pointing. "Millia Benedetta?" Max said reading the words on the page. "Her birthday, April 17th, 2007 AD, is right but why Benedetta and where is the rest of us?" "That's not your Dad,"

Just for himself. Lena didn’t interrupt. She stood in the doorway, watching quietly. This wasn’t the billionaire the world knew. This wasn’t the cold-eyed CEO who shut down emotion like it was a weakness. This was a man grieving something. Or someone. After a moment, the music stopped. Zane didn’t move. “Since when do you play?” Lena asked gently. He didn’t turn. “Since I was five.” She took a step closer. “You’re good.” “I used to be better.”

The part of her that had been silenced for too long. “Why now?” Serena whispered, her lips barely moving. “Because you’re no longer running from yourself.” Nene’s voice was calm but edged with strength. “You’re finally letting yourself remember. Accept. Breathe.” Serena closed her eyes again, and instead of darkness, she saw silver. A swirl of mist, shifting into the silhouette of a graceful wolf—tall, majestic, and glowing like moonlight. Nene’s eyes mirrored hers, full of pain, strength, and determination.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

They were going to be seniors this year and head off to college after that. Zane and Zander were getting ready for their 4th of July party. When they threw a party they went all out. Everyone wanted to be invited to a Whitmore party. Zane had his eye on a girl that was different from the rest. She didn't throw herself at them like the other girls at their school. Allie Trainer. It was going to be his goal to get her in his bed before the end of summer. Zander bet him $1000 that he couldn't do it and was surprised to hear she was coming to their party that night. They both hoped she didn't bring her best friend Kat along. That girl was such a loser.

Candidate 2: Antonio Mercer - Detroit Vipers I stared at the two names, my brain struggling to process. Below the names were photos. Professional headshots. Zane looked exactly like himself—cold, intense, dangerous. His eyes stared directly at the camera with that predatory focus that made my stomach flip. He was wearing his Wolves jersey, arms crossed, jaw tight. Everything about the photo screamed "don't fuck with me." And then there was Antonio. I'd seen his name before, obviously. Knew Zane had a younger brother. But I'd never really looked at him. Never paid attention.