Zane From H2o Novels & Stories

I tried to steady my breathing, forcing my face into what I hoped looked like casual relaxation. The bathroom door opened. Zane emerged with a white towel wrapped low around his waist, water still dripping from his dark hair and tracing glistening paths down his sculpted chest and abs. Steam curled behind him. He looked every bit the powerful, untouchable man I had fallen for. With broad shoulders glistening, muscles shifting with each step. Droplets fell from his hair onto his shoulders, rolling slowly over skin that I knew so intimately yet suddenly felt distant again. He paused just inside the room, towel in one hand as he dried his hair. His sharp eyes landed on me immediately, narrowing

“ Zane are you alright? “ Hank grabbed a tissue box from the table, he wanted to wipe Zane's clothes, but the latter stopped him. “ Don't bother, i was going to shower anyways “ Zane glared at Tori who was busy drawing invisible patterns on her hand. Surely she was oblivious of what she has done and the gravity of the punishment attached to it. Zane was about going up when Dorian held him back. “ You can see very well that she's drunk Zane, please don't be hard on her when she sobers “

It’s a sight that’s hard to ignore, and I find myself lost in his eyes. “Ms. Levine, join me in the water,” Zane says, snapping out of my thoughts. My face flushes as I look away, hoping he didn’t catch me staring hard. “I’m fine here. I’m not really a fan of rivers,” I lie, settling down on a rock by the shore while I continue to watch him. ** “He’s diabolical, I tell you,” I say to Ariana as I recount my encounter with Zane, and she bursts into laughter.

Aria's POV The aquarium smelled of salt water and the particular contained wildness of living things kept in glass, and Zane walked into it like someone arriving somewhere they had been heading for a long time without knowing it. He stopped just inside the entrance. Looked up. Above us the ceiling curved into a vast dome of pale blue glass through which the morning light came diffused and watery, the whole entrance hall lit with the quality of being underwater without being underwater, and Zane stood in the middle of it with his head tipped back and his mouth slightly open and his whole face doing the thing it did when something genuinely surprised him, the full unguarded wonder of a child e

"Take it down! Quit causing trouble!" Damon's gang of cronies instantly jumped in to swarm me with comments and insults. As I sat there sipping my water and watching them lose their minds, I couldn't feel any better. Finally, I set my phone down and turned to the he-wolf beside me. "Is it true that you're… Zane Duskbane?" Wearing a cap and mask, Zane was dressed in black from head to toe, which completely covered every inch of his skin. He nodded at my question.

Can you imagine Zane in economy class? I couldn't imagine that. After the call ended, my feelings became even more complicated. I went over to the window, only to see that Zane hadn't left. He stood motionless downstairs. I wondered what he was thinking. Maybe… he was thinking about the baby. The baby really was just an accident. Back then, Zane had drunk too much at a business event. And in the heat of the moment, he had removed the condom and whispered, "Cassidy, I want you to be completely mine."

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.

SORA. What?! He didn't just say that out loud. Did he? “Mom. Let me introduce you to someone special…” Zane smiled like he won the biggest trophy. “My Omega...” My heart somersaulted. If I was seeing double because of his pheromones earlier. Then I was close to passing out. How could he be so bold? What kind of question was that? He was Zane Blaster. He was always bold. And I had a little cutie with the same personality as he has.

Zane shifts nervously, his eyes flicking toward the door, as if he’s waiting for someone to come in and stop him from talking. “Zane,” Arkyn says, his voice sharp. “Is there anything else we need to know? Anything you’re not telling us?” Zane swallows hard, his hands shaking again. “There’s more … but I ... I don’t—” Before he can finish, his body jerks violently, and his eyes roll back in his head. He collapses to the floor, convulsing, his body thrashing as red foam starts to bubble at the corners of his mouth.