Zane Books Novels & Stories

The voice started, making her sit well and she wiped away the tears that fell from my eyes. “Zane made Alpha Lance murder his parents, putting him in the eyes of the world, and not only that, he tried to wipe out the entire pack but was stopped by Alpha Lance, who executed him and his family. But, sadly, Zane isn’t dead yet. He is back and bound in making everyone suffer.” She ended.

“Miracle!“ One stern call from her mother brought her back to her senses. She groaned and grumpled a dragged fine before she swung her legs off the table. “So, what did you do today?“ She didn't bother to ask the principal because, from her shocked face, she knew she wasn't going to respond to her. Miracle sighed in boredom and then responded, "There is this little boy in my class calling himself Zach Junior.“ “MMh,” she nodded,” what's with him?“ “He kept on looking at me as if I were a piece of steak, mother. He gave me the hungry look Yana gives to her tuna.“ Yana was her cat. “And?“ With her hands folded under her breasts, she asked, nodding at the girl to continue. “Well, I dismissed hi

Hannah was a clean we picked up about a month ago on a long mission that had ended in disaster, huge fucking epic disaster. The mission had started out like any other and progressed the way we all expected it to, until we found Hannah and her brother Danny klein. Then things had turned to shit fast. From overheard conversations and our own observations we had figured there was an imminent attack on the compound and high tailed it back. We made it in time but the infected still managed to get around our defenses, attacking from below and striking at the heart of our community. A lot of lives had been lost that day, including Wheeler.

He was silent. “Go ahead and open it; I’ll pick you up tomorrow. “Sweet dreams, princess,” he said, ending the call. I opened the folder and sat down. NAME: Zane Anthony DOB: 26 October PARENTS: DECEASED OCCUPATION: Business Consultant RESIDENCE: Chicago, Illinois I grew up on the South Side of Chicago and put myself through college with a combination of scholarships and working odd jobs. After earning my degree in business administration, I started working for a large consulting company. I’m known for my sharp mind and my no-nonsense approach to problem-solving.

“I’ll be damned if I’m taken naked again.” She couldn’t explain why she found his comment amusing, but she did. He gave her an odd look at the sound of her faint giggle, but said nothing as he quickly pulled on his clothes. They’d just finished pulling on their boots when a zombie -who had once been a male human- burst out of the brush. For a zombie, its speed was fairly quick, which led them to believe that it was advanced. It completely ignored them as it headed for the deer.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

NANCY'S POV I was very aware that Zade was likely watching this. Watching me read something that was clearly affecting me. Part of me should probably be embarrassed. The other part—the part that had woken up this morning—found it thrilling. I kept turning the pages, slower now, letting the words sink in like warm honey dripping down my spine. The bodyguard had the heroine pinned against the heavy oak desk in his office, one big hand fisted in her hair, the other yanking her skirt up around her waist. No time for panties—he just hooked them aside with two thick fingers and thrust into her in one brutal stroke. The book described it so raw: the wet slap of skin, her choked gasp, the way her na

Ewan asked rather excitedly. “Yes, sir. Is there some significance to that name?” “When we raided the witches' coven, we found a book about the soul stone. The name beside it was Nathaniel. There are plenty of Nathaniels in this country, but if this one is truly a vampire, he could be planning to steal that girl’s soul. Or who knows what else he is planning with that stone? We can’t allow him to keep it and trap someone inside it.”

Zane. Zane was the artist. He was the most dangerous-looking of the five. He had dark, messy hair and tattoos that covered his thick arms like snakes. He didn't care about suits or science. He cared about feelings, colors, and the raw beauty of the body. His studio was at the very end of the hall, and it was the only room that was always locked. That evening, the door was open.

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!"