Zane From Aphmau Novels & Stories

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.

Her drawings that had taken her months to paint and finalize were scattered in black, jagged pieces everywhere. Nothing felt real. Zane lowered the strange amber-glowing blade slowly. He pulled his jacket cap off his head and ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes still on me before he slowly turned them away, looking around the apartment, checking every shadow carefully like he expected another monster to jump at us. His eyes landed on me again. The look on his face changed instantly. “Are you hurt?” he asked. I opened my mouth, but no words could come out. I managed to stand on my feet.

I arched my back, a small moan escaping my lips. I hated myself for it. I thought of Ezekiel in his cold cell, and a tear slid down my cheek. Zayn saw the tear and licked it away. "Don't cry, Ariana. This is what you were made for. To be under me. To carry my line. To become my breeder." He became more urgent then. The slow movements turned fast and rough. The white light inside me tried to flicker, but the darkness of the room and the weight of Zayn’s body seemed to push it down. It was just me and him, locked in a battle that felt like love but looked like war.

Zane~ His body arched from pains continuously and he could not help it. He knew what was going on and happening. The mate bond between him and Ariel is making him feel all the pains she’s feeling, making it hard for him to concentrate on his business trip. He decided to put a call through to Courtney. Courtney picked at the first ring. Not like she dare make screen his call or make it ring twice. “I’d be coming home soon” he said over the phone and dropped the call, not giving her a chance to reply. Who cares about her opinion?

Ozouf had no choice but to cheer up as well as he entered deeper int the crowd to avoid any form of contact with Edon's eye. Sooner than later, Phelan felt unsafe being held up in their house, she whispered to her small brother bot to bother her as she made her way out. “I feel so insecure, and I feel overwhelmed with abnormal powers, so let no one know that I left the house!” She said to Zeff knowing that Zeff was aware that she was turning eighteen and was then the time to become more powerful.

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.

After the medication, he kept staring at me for a while with his ocean blue mesmerising eyes and then he laid his head on my lap. His actions were always unexpected. And right now, I didn't even know how to react. For a moment he studied my face and then closed his eyes without saying a word. I still could see him struggling through the pain from the expressions on his face. Seeing him in pain made an unusual feeling of freezing in every inch of my body. There was nothing I could do, so I stroke his hair as he gradually fell asleep. He was having a hard time. How much tough he is, it didn't matter anymore. All he needed is care and affection. It is written all over his face. "Amy" I was awak

He punched some words and after about a minute,he shook his head at me,such address didn't exist elsewhere and in Zino city here,it's a bread factory! My house address a bread factory. I was totally frustrated,what does this mean?, "Look Ariana,I'm ready to help you find your way home,but first you have to give me a correct address". "This is confusing. I'm really from Zino village,how can it be possible? Like there is no such Zino village in this world?" I asked frustrated. "Non. The map here proves it",he replied. "Then did I appear from nowhere?. Wait....I might be a ghost, you think so right?,or am an alien turned human!, from Mars!!!"

“I swear, being new must make you a magnet for idiots.” “No joke,” Zane said, appearing out of nowhere next to us with two cups full of some kind of cold liquid in her hands. She handed one to Kim. “I saw those ass-wipes eye-balling you just now too. Leave them and they’ll want to mate with you on the spot.” Kim groaned. “Oh joy.”

Zane POV “Soon, I’ll be able to prove my devotion to you.” “Please don’t.” The recording replayed the noises of going into my purse, and I turned it off. Zane sat for a moment, thinking. “I particularly liked the part where you called him a psychopath,” he said finally.