Zane Book Novels & Stories

NICO A flicker of pain flashed over Zane’s face, and a sonorous howl as the pack lifted their voices to the sky in unison, brought chills to my bones. It was a howl of loss, of anger and a promise of revenge. Zane bent and picked up Anthony’s lifeless body, holding him close to his chest. “I’m taking him to our bedroom. We can’t leave him here outside.” His voice sounded calm as he went forward to the ruins of his home.

he asks and I nod, unable to get my words out, although I want to scream yes from the rooftops. Zane places the bookmark back into the book, closes it and gently places it down beside the picnic blanket. He gently picks me up from his body as he shuffles away from me, laying me on my back. He kisses me ever so gently as I melt into his touch, desperate for more, desperate for anything he will give me. He licks down my neck and then begins to blow cold air over the wet heat on my skin. The sensation tingling and igniting inside me.

At the time Lani's mother died, Zane's family treated her as their own daughter. Among her three friends, Zane was the closest to Raine. It is because he's the first one he met and they made more happy memories than the others. Among all of them, Zane's the most talented and most shy. He wants to write mystery novels and Raine's the first one reading his works. "You're right!" Lani beamed. "Indeed!" Raine replied, "So meet you at our house later?" "At your house? But isn't it still dangerous?" Zane asked. "You can be hurt!"

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

I immediately knew it was no other than Zane. I was stunned by his wolf’s beauty, he was absolutely gorgeous; even though he was covered in a little blood. He shifted in his human form, in front of me and OH BOY! Holy mother of all fucks! Zane in his human form was even more beautiful than his wolf form, he was a walking Adonis. The epitome of male beauty and strength. He oozed this sexy yet dangerous aura about him, suitable only for an Alpha. My gazed lowered and Motherfuc —

Reaching for his office phone, Zane dropped the booklet on the table and called his secretary, saying, “Emily, can you structure my schedule for the next two weeks and make a call to Mrs. Miller, Mr. Carter, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Hernandez, Mr. Clark, and Mr. Murphy, booking an appointment with the six of them on different days-“ “You didn’t check out the booklet, Sir? Mrs. Miller, Mr. Carter, and Mr. Anderson have already reached me this morning, wanting to book appointments to see you.” Emily interrupted. Reaching for the booklet, Zane opened it, and there on the second page the three names were written neatly along with most of the other NewEra clients that he intended to approach too after t

It would have made everything so much easier, but since I wasn’t even supposed to be privy to that information, I couldn’t very well share it with him. Angela was the first to ease his fears by explaining that she was actually a member of a worldwide secret group that was dedicated to ridding the world of zombies. She was one of their trained soldiers and had battled many a zombie in her day; as had Evan. She looked at me apologetically as she explained the necessity to hide behind the façade of being a traveling social worker and an author to allow them the freedom they needed to move around and disappear for days at a time while they hunted and took down the zombies.

No more letting her win just because she had a wolf and I didn’t. I shoved my books into my locker, slammed it shut, and turned to leave. That’s when I saw him. Zane was leaning against the locker next to mine, arms crossed, that easy smile on his face like he’d been waiting for me all day. My heart did a stupid little flip. He looked good—tall, athletic, the kind of guy every girl stared at. But my stomach tightened with nerves instead of the rush I used to feel.

Zane nodded, the matter closed, and finished his sandwich. * * * After lunch Zane found the gift shop with the instinct children have for gift shops regardless of how well concealed they are, and Marcus, without being asked and without looking at me for confirmation, said yes when Zane held up a book about deep sea creatures that was considerably more detailed than the one he already had. Zane said, "Thank you, Marcus," with the careful courtesy my mother had built into him, and then, after a moment, said, "Is it alright if I call you something else."