Zane From Aphmau Novels & Stories

Zane uttered, pouting his little mouth in anger. Zara sighs, crouching down to his size as she looks at the little boy who has a striking resemblance to her__Zane didn't take after his father. Instead, he looked like Zara, although his eyes were different. And unlike Zara's honey brown eyes, Zane had Sapphire blue eyes like his father. "Zane, you have to stay away from the bad man and woman(King Luther and Myla) or they'd hurt you. Please, Zane, listen to your mother," Zara pleaded.

“E ‘di don't! I'm not the one who will be stink. Stay away from Shenay and me, you crazy! I don't like the smell of you! ” His eyes widened as it sniffed himself. Crazy! "I am not stinky!" He don’t seem to believe it yet. Well, he doesn't really stink, his scent that she can still smell even from afar. She didn't know if her friends couldn't smell it. "If you say so ..." Phoebe lay down next to Shenay. She was playing with a doll she bought for her. “Mr. Sawyer Zane.” "Tsk!" She heard the door open and close. A few seconds ago it reopened and closed again.

When I woke up, I stretched lazily before the comments appeared in my vision again: [Whoa, talk about bloody! There's nothing scarier than human nature in the apocalypse!] [Yeah, it really magnifies the darkness of humanity…] [To think he could even do that to his own parents… what an animal!] [What a selfish scum! He could do anything for a mouthful of food!] I turned on the surveillance and saw Charles and his parents fighting each other, bloodied and bruised, all over a single pack of instant noodles. "You old hag! Why are you fighting me for this food when you've got cancer?"

I had nothing to my name. Zane watched me eat with a small smile, his eyes always kind and gentle. “When was the last time you ate?” He asked me. I frown, trying to remember. “I had a little the night of the full moon, but that was the first time in days, I’m sorry I didn’t realise I was this bad.” “Never apologise for being who you are.” He tells me, his voice as soft as his smile. “You must be exhausted, let’s get you into bed.”

"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.

Reaching the middle of the forest, Zane could feel that her father wanted to mind link her, but she refused and blocked all voices in her head, she didn't care if they called her a brat but she would rather sleep outside the house than to apologize for the mistake that she never did. Sitting on one of the tree roots, Zane hugged her knees and buried her face on top of her arm. He could have spoken to her in private, there's no need to embarrass her in front of everyone. Staying in that position for a couple of minutes, Zane closed her senses and only left her ears on, hearing the familiar footsteps, she lowered her guard down and raised her head towards the direction. “Zane,” the man said as