Zane From H2o Novels & Stories

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”

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

Zane opened his eyes. 'Fuck, fuck, it was a dream.' He mumbled. Zane's body was wet with sweat, his forehead was cold. AND his hands were shaking. He looks around to find himself lying in his bed in his two rooms apartment. He sits on his bed to find anyone around, but he is alone. Zane took a deep breath then took the glass of water gulping it down in one go, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He looked badly beaten, his jaw was swollen and he has a cut on his lips. He grinned, looking completely unaffected. He walked part me, going into the kitchen. I trailed behind wondering what the hell was going on. But I had an inkling of who would have done that to him, what I needed was the confirmation that Kaizen had actually fought with him. Zane took out a bottle of water from the fridge and gulped it down directly from the bottle. I wanted to protest but held back. I didn't know the guy even though I was slightly comfortable with him. But, after years of not being mistreated, it was hard to trust anybody.

This was a cruel move by the Moon Goddess and the universe, a cruel one to torture me and make me go even more insane than I already was because I was close to loosing every bit of sanity I had left. I yelp when I felt water suddenly hit me on the face and end up wetting most of my body and I quickly lifted my head to see Zane, looking down at me with a wide grin on his face. I couldn't wait to rip that grin away from his face and leave him in a pool of his own blood. “Hey. Are you calm now, are you back to your senses?"

Louder than ever. ⸻ Later, when the sun is already setting and the mountain’s belly glows orange, I go to the inner courtyard to fetch water. The air is cool but fresh. Outsiders aren’t allowed here, so I’m alone. Or so I think. When the bucket fills, a shadow moves by the well. Reflex— I spring back, hands to my chest as if that could protect anything. “Easy.” Zane stands there in a black coat, his hair wet as if he’s just washed. His body strains the fabric, the air around him thicker than anywhere else.

Outside the door, Zane's voice had grown hoarse and cracked with sobs. "I know you're in there, Sadie! Open the door! Please, just open the door! "This is all a misunderstanding! I'm so sorry that I messed up!" Renee rushed forward to yank the door open, but I stopped her. Then I took a deep breath—not to steady my nerves, but to make sure my voice came out cold and steady. When I opened the door, Zane stood there looking pathetic in the night air. His hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a clear handprint on his cheek.

“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.