Zane Book Novels & Stories

He winks, leaving me alone with Zane, the door locking behind him. Smart man. He knows the plot's tugging at me. I approach, heart racing, this body's instincts screaming to claim him. Zane glares, amber eyes fierce, his lithe frame tense. "Cillian Veyne," he spits, voice gravelly and defiant. "Release me, or you'll regret it." But there's a flicker, attraction, buried under pride. The novel's pull is heavy on us both; I feel it, an invisible force urging me closer, my cock hardening painfully.

It happened so quickly that Zane could not understand whether this was the same Reyne who he was dominating until a few seconds ago. He sucked air into his lungs and slantly angled his head while his eyes sparkled with impression and a smile making its way on his lips. 'You still think she is weak, huh?' his wolf questioned. Tbc... (I know what you want to see... But i will show you what you wouldn't want to see lol *winks* Target: 13 comments. Lysm)

Elariana The morning still felt like it was stepping around me carefully, as if it was not sure it was allowed to pour full light over me. But when Zane stood and said he would have breakfast brought, something tiny yet enormous shifted inside me. The thought that my hunger was not a scandal, not shame, not the doorway to punishment. It was simply a sign that my body was alive, and someone did not want to silence it.

My hand instinctively moved between my thighs, gently rubbing my sensitive clit as memories of Zane destroying me flooded my mind. The bathroom door suddenly opened. I froze. Zane stepped inside, still fully dressed, holding a stack of my books he’d 'borrowed' earlier. His steel-grey eyes immediately darkened as they landed on my wet, naked body behind the glass. "Fuck…" he muttered, dropping the books on the counter without caring where they landed. "Zane..." I started, but he was already stripping. His shirt came off, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Then his pants dropped, and his massive, thick cock sprang free, already rock hard and angry.

I needed to stop talking to him. Zane: I'm making you uncomfortable. You don't know me. I get it. But give it time, pretty soon you'll have everything about me memorized, maybe by then your judgment won't be clouded by what you see on the internet and you'll see me, just me. Fallon: And who is Zane Andrews? He didn't reply back right away. Zane: Sometimes, I think, he's still the scared little boy who was abandoned by his sisters and dropped off in foster care when the love of his life died.

They haven't even gotten to know each other well, isn't it strange to have a close conversation like this to talk about Yesran's move? Yesran smiled a little. "It seems that the rats on the campus roof also know the news." After saying that Yesran looked down again to read the book on the table. "The most important part of the book is on the last page," Zane said suddenly, causing Yesran to look up and look back. "Maybe by reading that you'll get answers to all the questions in your head." Yesran began to feel strange. Zane said as if he knew what Yesran wanted to know from this book.

“I’ll see you around.” Zane stood up, brushed himself off, and gathered a couple of books that had fallen. As he walked past me toward the door, his shoulder lightly brushed mine. That’s when I caught it—his scent. Fresh like soap and something sweet, maybe a hint of citrus or warm vanilla. It wrapped around me for a second and made my stomach do a little flip.

Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book. In the low garage light seeping through the windows, Zane saw it really was a book when he took it out. A white leather book. The cover was browned at the edges, like someone had thrown it in a fire and yanked it out in just in time before he began to burn. Deep grooves appeared between his brows as he opened it, but the words scribbled on the first page just made his blood run cold. --Dear Diary, it's Victoria. Zane's knuckles whitened around the book, and he slammed it down hard against the steering wheel, as fire surged inside him.

Zane sits in a corner booth, two glasses waiting. He doesn't ask questions. He just pushes a glass toward me. For two hours, I let the alcohol numb my insides. I drink until the image of Sandy’s hands on Jamie begins to blur. Until the sting of Luca’s silence is only a dull ache. "You deserve to know everything,", Zane says. His voice drops to a whisper. It’s thick. Dark. It’s scary. "About why I really followed you back. Why I’ve been following these past few months"