Zane Chan Novels & Stories

Phelan asked as she bites her teeth against her lips. “He has been good, but am not sure whether he will let us go out and see Edon introduce his Luna.” Zeff answered back, swinging and raising his shoulders to the air foolishly. “I'll try convincing them!” She said, raising her first fingure in the air as she fell in a short deep thought. Zeff's palms were warm, that made Phelan get out of her bed. Stretching and slowly raising and then lowering her legs to the floor. She stood for a second, recomposing her minds and quickly moved towards the entrance of her room.

That, the man wasn't sure of. Demons had a different aura but only a few people were smart enough to actually pay attention to it. Most people ignored it while getting too caught up in their appearance. "What's your name?" Kwan asked. "My name is Zane, My Lord." Kwan nodded with satisfaction, then looked and Rex, he looked weak but in his mind he had gone through much more that the rest and Kwan learnt that Tiana was a witch and a phoenix witch for that matter. This Rex can handle the truth as he had seen and gone through a lot.

"Do you really think she'll even show? This isn't even her crowd." "She'll show." retorted Zane "I've been playing Mr. Nice guy for over a week now. I'll have her begging for me to take her to bed by the end of the night. If not there are plenty of other options here bro." "Yeah much more suitable options. Don't tell me you actually like this girl?" Zander asked. "Bro it's just a bet and plus I like a challenge!" exclaimed Zane. "OK, ok don't get your panties in a wad!" said Zander.

Walking out of our bathroom, I find Zane relaxing in bed. He’s dressed in his black dress pants and a black button-down shirt. His arms rest behind his head with his eyes closed. I know he wanted to relax a bit before Everly’s birthday party. I can’t believe my baby girl is eighteen today. I feel like I just had her. Kai isn’t far behind his sister. In a few years, he, too, will be leaving to explore the human realm. I sigh, putting my hand on my belly. Here we go again, I think as I walk towards Zane.

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.

“You sound like a bodyguard in love with his client.” I shrugged. “I’ve always cared about her.” “And her?” “She’s too busy pretending she doesn’t.” Zach gave a low, knowing chuckle. “God. You’re gone.” He leaned back in his wicker chair, stirring what was left of his espresso, that smug expression spreading across his face. “Funny,” he muttered. “Zane Romano, the man with a collection of passports and women on every continent, now stuck on one woman. One. Woman.” He lifted a finger, repeating, “One.”

I didn’t notice myself shifting on the chair, the temperature is getting hotter of my seat automatically, boiling my bottom. Suddenly, the chanting ceases as he stops walking and turns around to look at me. My lungs stop operating, my eyes get bigger and the mouth opens wide, just like a zombie as I see him for the first time. Beautiful fuck! His cheekbones, jawline are sharper than the edges of furniture. His eyebrows are thicker than mine, both combined. His full lips are better than any model and suddenly I notice myself biting my own lips. He is irresistible. Oh my g- "Oh my god, he is looking at me." Rita and her friend’s scream. I totally forgot about these girls and about me. I can't

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

I asked, raising an eyebrow. His eyes darkened with mischief. “Oh, sweetheart... You know exactly what. That thing that you and only You know how to do best!” he concluded with a wink, making me chuckle and hug him tight, marveling over this completely new and entirely different side of Zane. Who would have ever imagined that the human iceberg,the extremely aloof and indifferent Zane McAllister has such a flirty, warm bone in him?!

Seemed like chivalry wasn’t all that dead. The sound of the bathroom door opening drew my attention away from the empty chair. I glanced in the direction of the bathroom and got my first shock of the day. Zane stepped out, wearing nothing but grey joggers and a hand towel placed around his neck. His hair was still damp and clung to his face. The scent of his bath mist mixed with the subtle scent of his pheromone, smelt heavenly. If I didn’t know my place in this situation, I would have drooled like a mad dog.