Zane Book Novels & Stories

I want to tell you details of the guys I've ever loved and the ones that loved me, including my childhood crushes. I don't find it embarrassing to do this, because one day I'll love you to have this book. I was barely 9 years old when a boy first admired me... As Owen read through, no words could best express his bewilderment. This...this...this is Zoriana's diary! It obviously was not meant for anyone else to see but for the man she'd marry! What's Liam doing with a personal property of Zori's? Fine, they're dating but they aren't married yet, are they?

My legs trembled just from trying to move the blanket. “Oh my goodness,” I muttered, dropping my head back on the pillow. Zane was a monster. An actual monster. The kind that acted like he wouldn’t ever get another chance to touch me again and had to ruin me in one night. “My love.” I glared instantly. Zane stood by the door with a tray in his hands, the smell of warm food and herb tea filling the air. And there he was—smirking like he didn’t almost destroy my entire existence a few hours ago.

he said. “No,” Aiden whispered. “But you’re afraid of feeling something you can’t manage.” Julian’s hand reached up, half-formed—like he meant to touch him. But then the door opened again. Zane. “Oh,” he said, eyebrows raised. “Didn’t know the room was booked.” Aiden turned fast, guilt prickling down his spine. Julian’s expression locked back into place. Zane smiled slowly. Then, as he walked away, he said just loud enough:

I reply stoically ignoring the tray on the table. Lillian excuses herself leaving me and him. "Are you not going to eat the food?" he asks. "Is it any of your business?" I retort scowling at him. I should be scared by the glare of his face but right now I don't care what he has to say. Gabriel walks until he is by my side hovering where I sit gazing at the book like it is the most beautiful thing on earth even though I am not sure I can make out any word I am reading with him so close to me like this.

Turkeys, ducks, I even saw a fat geese, and also a very beautiful peacock with all kinds of feathery creatures just wandering around like they owned the place. Every fenced house I passed had at least one bird. Either walking proudly across the road or swooping right over my head. Brushing away a trickle of sweat running down my chin, I walked into the living room and came to an abrupt stop at the sight before me. Zane was sitting on one of the couches, dressed casually in grey joggers and a long sleeve black compression shirt that hugged his frame. AirPods nestled in his ears, his attention was fixed intently on the tablet in his hands. He was so absorbed that he didn't react to my presence

"ZANE!" And then darkness

The room seemed to shrink around me. Every breath felt tighter. Every second heavier. Because suddenly, this wasn’t just about me anymore. It was about Zane. About what he would do. What he would risk. What he would destroy. And deep down... I knew one thing with terrifying certainty. Zane wasn’t the type of man to negotiate. He was the type to retaliate. And when he did… There would be consequences. Deadly ones. The man straightened, stepping back toward the door.

“I asked if you talked to him.” My chest tightens again. My fingers dig into the fabric of my dress. I feel my pulse hammering against my skin. Zane studies my face carefully, watching every twitch, every blink. “You’re nervous,” he says quietly. “I just want to go home.” “Not yet.” My breath stutters. Zane pulls open his drawer and places a small black notebook on the table. He flips it open to a page. “Ray’s handwriting,” he says. “Recognise it?”

“Did anyone recognize you?” Zane flashed a wide smile, revealing his gums. “Not at all,” he said, smug satisfaction dripping from every syllable. He turned on his heel dramatically, letting the cloak swirl around him. “I was nervous at first, sure. But now?” His grin deepened as he tapped his chest. “I feel invincible. Perfectly capable of carrying myself. After all…” He sprawled across Yeonho’s bed as though it were a throne, folding his arms behind his head. “All those years in the mafia paid off.”