Zane Bennett Novels & Stories

Expression pleasant. Shoulders loose. Eyes promising someone was going to leave here missing something important. To Heather’s right, half a step back and glued to her flank like a second shadow: Zane. He had shaved. He had combed his hair. He had clearly tried very hard to look “official.” His jaw was still tight with nerves, but his eyes were locked, scanning every movement, every shift, every twitch from Ironclaw. He’d been “new private border muscle” yesterday; he looked like a bodyguard today.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

"Get up. Stand right here." Zane stood, his massive 6'4" frame towering over me as I sat on the edge of the desk. I reached down, my hands trembling with a sudden, feral urge as I unbuckled his tactical belt, pulling his dark trousers down to his thighs. His thick, rigid length sprang free, throbbing and massive under the blue office light.

Fast enough to actually kick his ass, like we should've down the moment Benny announced— “What's going on down there?” The familiar voice slices through the stacked tension, bodies parting the moment his feet hit the soil. Callum's eyes drift, relinquishing the bloodthirst he so easily thrives in. “Oh, Benny. You're back early” he throws on a mask and keeps the nauseating smile. “How did the meeting g—” Benny walks right passed, stopping in front of me. If he didn't already see Zane's body underneath us, he definitely got the message from the look in my eyes.

“Some of it needs to get censored by a pediatrician and a vet.” Next to me, Zane leaned one hand on a suitcase, the other tucked in his pocket. White shirt, black pants, dark coat, a watch at his wrist. Black hair that fell messy in a way that felt unfair, a neat shadow of a beard. He looked like a CEO who’d just divorced his wife and planned to run off to Bali… with the ease of a man used to watching cats board jets. “Let him enjoy his freedom,” a deep voice rumbled from behind Ash.

As a habit he folded the arms of his shirt up, his muscles were showing that; he does gym regularly. He saw his reflection in the mirror. Zane has dark black hair with deep brown eyes, curled lashes and arched eyebrows. He has a grain complex and a mere stubble beard and moustache. He has a sharp jaw with a peaked nose and full lips. Overall, the man is very handsome. After giving him a final look he moved away from the dressing mirror. He took his phone and checked for any calls or messages but there was nothing, he put his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. He put his files in his laptop bag and took the keys from the bedside table and came out of his room. Zane locked the door of his

Placing the coffee on the table and passed me the Ipad, which I immediately swiped open. I could see the golden grin formed on the corner of his lips as I checked in with the news. TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD, BILLIONAIRE/ BUSINESS TYCOON. ZANE CREED HAS BEATEN THE LIKES OF NATASHA TAYLOR, RICHARD MOFURE, MOHAMMED KUMAR, AND OTHERS TO BECOME THE NO. 1 BUSINESS TYCOON IN THE WORLD WITH NETWORTH US$200.5 BILLION. ZANE IS KNOWN AS THE FOUNDER OF AINSOFT AND WHITE ORIGIN ( THE WORLD'S LARGEST GAME COMPANY). Click here for more info...

As soon as Tim McGraw uttered the first words of *Please Remember Me* into my ears, I lost it. ~BRIANNA~ Stepping off the plane, Bellmar led me through the throng of people, cursing the congestion before handing me over to the person who would be my handler for the next God knew how long, Zane Resei—who was one-hundred-percent swaggering cowboy—with good reason. Where the hell you been all my life? I couldn’t help thinking: unable to deny the man was an all-day likable lollipop. Too bad my heart belonged forever more, hook, line, and sinker, to Nathan.

a voice cut in, drawing everyone's attention. A man in his early 30s approached. He had prominent features and carried himself with the dignity of a powerful man. "You're not wrong. It is indeed the one from the auction..." Zane started, then looked at Ariana and realized something was amiss. "You changed your necklace?" Ariana did not speak, but Spencer, who had followed her, answered, "Of course she did! Ari deserves the best." Not many in Nordenton knew Zane. But judging by his demeanor, they could tell he was not an ordinary person. After all, he dared to challenge even Spencer.

Their side seemed to be taking heavy losses. The man grew anxious, "It's dark now. I'll go check things out." Zane shrank back, not moving. He wasn't from here. He was the heir of a wealthy family, an idol revered in the entertainment industry. He planned to return to his glamorous life, not die in this desolate place.