Zane Books Novels & Stories

Well, Zane just tagged along with a mutual buddy of Booker's pack. Zane knows his small status is punching way above his weight class, but his skin stays as cool as a valley cucumber even when he realizes my mouth isn't drinking with him. With a wide grin that never wavers, his voice says, “My name is Zane; I am the current general manager over at the Newsom Pack's trading house. My heart has been looking forward to meeting your face, Alpha Blackmoor. Figured my paws would take a shot and introduce my name today—here is my pack card.” Zane, taking a huge gulp of nervous courage, fishes out his small business card and extends it straight toward my fingers. My eyes glance down at the paper, bu

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Warning: This book contains sensitive content and is is rated +18, everything in this book is strictly a work of fiction and is not related to any real life event or persons. Chapter 1 Nazy My hand trembled in fear, tears rolled down my eyes, as my brain try to process the doctors words, “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” “YOU’RE HIV POSITIVE!” The doctor's words resounded and echoed in my head,

Even the human Gunner looked smaller than the one I know. As Gunner fawned over Zee, checking her wounds and covering her exposed body, that warm feeling from before returned, along with the same sweet scent. I looked around but I still couldn’t see the source of it. The room seemed to grow brighter, but either they didn’t notice or couldn’t see it. Gunner and the two other wolves paid no mind to the additional light, or the odd scent.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

It was eleven o'clock at this point so Zane decided he had enough story time and bid a farewell to them and walked out. He walked to his barracks and went inside, he locked the door to his room and undressed. He set his weapons on the nightstand. Zane got into bed, since he did not have patrol tomorrow he didn’t set my alarm. He was exhausted so he passed out almost instantly. Zane woke up, as he heard something shrieking in the night. He listened closely and he heard it again. A loud shriek low and guttural, followed by a howl that was shrill and also guttural. Pales, he thought. They must be migrating to the city due to an absence of food in others. He looked at his alarm clock and it said

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

Zane parroted as his boyish grin returned full force on learning JT was Maggie’s brother. “Uh, sorry! You had me in the air so fast I didn’t get to introduce you,” Dani said, smiling, and giving JT a small punch in the arm. “Zane is a neurologist from my hospital in Dallas. I asked him to come check out Aunt Lu and make sure she was really ready to transition home.”

More specifically, if my dad and brother gave me permission, because my mom's permission does not exactly count. Zane is the son of the Shaw family, a rich family who owns many warehouses in Russia, Australia, and Brazil. They are all part of the billionaire boys club and that's how my parents knew them. That's also a reason why they approve of Zane and I's friendship, because he came from a respectable family.

"And I work sixty-hour weeks, and I do not have the bandwidth for insufferable." Zane smiled. It was the smile he used when he had won something and was choosing not to make a production of it, which was the thing about him that made the book situation happen in the first place. "Dinner tonight," he said. "Not the office. Not here. Actual dinner. A restaurant. In public." I looked at him. "The ecosystem—" I started. "The ecosystem will survive one dinner," he said. "It has survived considerably worse this week." He was not wrong about that.