Zane Books Novels & Stories

But they just kept it to themselves and did not dare to say it out loud. After Anne pointed that out, other people started to discuss it. Luna was so angry that she did not know what to say. But one colleague doubted it. "Mr. Zane took over the Zane Corporation before he turned eighteen years old. He made a major reshuffle to the Zane Corporation's personnel in the shortest time. He also brought the Zane Corporation back to the top of the world again. Do you think he can be manipulated so easily?" Anne squeezed next to the male colleague who questioned her. She then stretched her arm and poked his head as she said, "Of course, I believe in Mr. Zane's working abilities. But he's a man after a

“I sent eyes. Zara sent theatre. Learn the difference if you want to live next to him.” Zane’s hand found my wrist. Not tight. A count. One. Two. “You do not collect anything on this asphalt,” Zane said. “You want a table, you send a time that is not my fight night. You put a hand near that hospital again and I open every file I have left, including the ones with your stamp.” Harlan almost looked pleased. “There. The boy still has a spine. I was worried the fat girl had sat on it.” My palm itched. Zane’s fingers squeezed once. Not now.

They all replied "Yes, please help us." Jane told them to get in.They all entered the van one after each other.Two men, two women and three years old boy. Their names are Harrison, Williams, Susan, Tori, and Glad. Harrison Pope is thirty-five years old. Whilst; Susan Santos is twenty-eight years old. She is a Philippino. Tori is twenty-five years old. Glad Santos is one year old. Susan child. Whist; William is thirty years old. Jane has hit so many zombies while driving because so many cars are involved in accidents, everywhere is full of blood. Jane asked Fred to take everybody to DC. She wanted to go and check her daughters while she pull over.

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"

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

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.

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.” Without another word, Zane completely dismissed Andrew’s existence. He turned on his heel and began to slowly walk around our ruined living room, his sharp, golden eyes scrutinizing every single surface. He dragged a gloved finger over a charred bookshelf, picked up a broken piece of pottery, and overturned a burnt cushion, searching for clues with an irritatingly calm demeanor.

“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.”

If that were to happen, he would have no one but himself to blame, but it would be pretty amusing. That was Zane’s one character flaw. He was too nice and didn’t think much of the feelings of others. It was a good trait to have, but it was also a double-sided sword. Where it made one feel good, it hurt another. And it looked like I wasn’t the only one thinking this, as when I look at where Nol stands, I see a look of anger on his face. Smirking, I hug Zane’s shirt closer to myself as we stop in front of a car.

“There’s still time; why don’t you head back to your room and get dressed? There’s a place I want to show you.” I blinked in confusion. “ A place you want to show me?” Zane nodded and I was left to debate. The thought of going out, going somewhere other than work, was tempting, but one glance back at my pile of books, reminded me that the information I sought to collect was more important than a few hours trip. “Thanks, but-“ I began, but Zane cut me off. “You can always come back for your books,” He didn’t seem all that happy when he said that. “Right now, I need you to rest and read this,” He pointed at the book. “Isn’t the way."