Zane From H2o Novels & Stories

Solano's junior was a meaty giant and she just could not wait to feel it in its full glory inside her. "You want it?" "Yes," "Yes?" "Yes daddy please!" "Call me the name first," Solano brought his face inches from hers, positioning himself at her entrance but also making sure his weight wasn't all on her, "say it my little lady," he placed his tip at her entrance, intensifying everything she was already feeling, "I want you, please, Zaddy." .....................................

Solemnly, she promised. Another day passed by Farrah simply sleeping on Dior's lap, much to the latter's annoyance. Farrah had another problem to face. Obviously, she wasn't a zombie, so she needed to eat. The remaining boxes are either already rotting apples, or just slightly better plus the clean and uninfected bottles of water. As she was in a dilemma, Dior probably noticed her distress because when he came back from fighting zombies and eating their nucleus, he threw a bag of something toward her. When Farrah opened it, it was several crystal nucleis.

Zane informs me as he takes a sip of wine. “What else do I need to know about you?” I ask. It’s a little intense having him confirm exactly who he is. I don’t care. It’s just wow that my soulmate is a demigod. That's not something the average person can say. The Five are a big deal, and while I’ve heard the stories and rumors that they sometimes have kids that are like demigods in the old human stories, it never entirely seemed like it could be real. I know it’s crazy because supernaturals exist. Well, most of us, some are just made up. Zane is the son of Death, it’s a little intimidating, and as much as I hate to admit it, he was right to withhold this information. I would have flipped my s

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

He turned his flashlight on and entered the tank and shut the hatch just in time as he heard Shrieks and howls ringing out in the city behind him. Zane is pretty sure Pales are smart enough to feel complex emotions but not one-hundred percent, It seemed that way. He settled down in the tank and there was a thermal blanket inside, turning off the flashlight he inserted it into the pocket in his trench coat. As Zane laid down and shut his eyes, he pulled the thermal blanket over and settled to sleep.

,said Zane "What do you mean it stopped?!", shrieked Emily. "We are in the middle of forest and the only lead we had on water just....STOPPED?!" "Yes. Yes wait",shouted Zane racking his brain. "I can't even hear water drops! It has completely stopped. As if....as if it was never really there!" "Do you think you heard someone peeing and thought it was some waterfall?",asked Laurel annoyingly "Yeah ofcourse",said Zane. "Someone has been peeing for the past thirty minutes and the pee was so dense that I thought it was a waterfall and I led y'all here. That's what you mean to say?"

A muffled voice nagged at me, but my eyes felt too heavy to open, and I didn't want them to burn from the bright lights. Another downpour of cold water assaulted me, and this time, I cried out in shock. My eyes darted open, spotting the culprit. Zane stood before me, no longer in his suit but in a black shirt that hugged his toned body nicely. His tattoed arms were on full display as he crossed them over his chest, showing off his muscle, his dark jeans tight around his muscular thighs.

Clear views of the sky, flowers of all colours littered the grass. “More like a warm spring.” Zane chuckles to himself, amused by his joke. I turn to look at him and he is already stripping off. “And perfect for a swim.” He steps into the water, walking out until he is waist deep. Through the clear water, I could see everything, yet he didn’t seem to care about that. “Coming in, little wolf?” He asks, dipping his head below the water I shake my head and sit on a nearby rock, my feet dangle in the water, and that’s as far as I’m going.

Lyra Zane steps out of the shower, leaving me right there to catch my breath. He wraps a towel around his waist, and rakes his fingers through his wet hair. A single water droplet falls from his hair onto his chest. My eyes trail the drop running down his chest, between his abs, and over that delicious v-line. The drop disappears when it hits the towel. And even beneath the thick fabric, I can clearly see the outline of his still-hard dick. When I finally manage to rip my gaze away from his body, and look at his face, he’s smirking. Zane turns his back on me and walks to the other side of the bathroom.

I cock my head to the side and look up at Hunji, *He doesn’t carry his mother's scent* I mentally connect with him. *I noticed that too* He gruffs back through the link. “My name is Zane. And this is my Aunt Lizzy.” The pup interrupts our private conversation. His beaming smile is contagious and I can't help but smile back at him. “Would you like to see your mother, Zane?” I ask him. Immediately his pale eyes grow wide and he vigorously bobs his head up and down. “Ok, we can arrange that.” I stand and ruffle his hair, then curtly nod to the older female. “Beta Mike ma’am”