روايات وقصص ضمن Zane Grey Novel

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

I’ve been stabbed, chased, thrown off a motorcycle, had a gun trained to my head, and faced death a handful of times, yet it all boils down to what happened tonight. Dante almost died tonight. He had admitted to almost dying multiple times before I even came into the picture and that’s fucked up. He doesn’t live a normal life. He lives among guns, blood, and glory. Meanwhile, I want nothing more than to find my sister and live a quiet life away from all of this. Yet, I’m falling for him. No! This won’t do. I’m not falling for him. I’m here because I need to survive, that’s it.

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"To think of it. Grey and Blue. I love the nickname." "Silly. It's Blue and Grey." Grasom corrects. "What's the difference?" I scoff,arms crossed. He leans over, his lips a hair away from my ear. "Blue comes first." (And Grey comes second. The end Tada. I wanna say a really big thank you to all of yal. Who spent their hard earned money on this book, it's an honor. It's my first book, took a lot out of me to complete because of the flaws plots but with your help her we are. Special thanks to those who subscribed, voted and left a review, thanks alot. I love you, just like Blue live Grey. Please feel free to proceed to my other books(Mrs Xavier and Beautifully damaged) one completed and one o

But without Caleb by my side, I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to go on. I feel so confused. I don’t know what to do next. Please, God, help me…. * As the sun rose in a huge ball over the horizon, Caitlin ran through the streets of New York. It was the apocalypse. Cars were turned over, bodies lay about, and there was devastation everywhere. She ran and ran, down avenues which never seemed to end.

What could that mean? Gray….like they were…like they were…I couldn’t even think the word. I don’t know how long I stood outside the room, but it felt like an eternity. Finally, the doctor asked me to come back in. “I examined him,” the doctor sighed. I didn’t like the look on his face. “And?” I prompted. “It’s the poison, Eden,” he told me. “It’s spreading. It’s getting…worse.” “Worse how?” I asked. I needed to know. He was holding back, afraid to tell me what he knew. I could see it in his eyes. But I had to know. What was happening to Zane? Why had his hands turned gray?

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

As the night waned and the dawn approached, reality began to seep back in. Regret and guilt gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, reminding me of the risks I had taken. I realized that this encounter, as thrilling as it had been, could have far-reaching consequences that I hadn't fully grasped in the heat of the moment. In the aftermath, I found myself grappling with conflicting emotions. I had willingly given my heart and body to a man I barely knew, a man whose secrets and true intentions remained hidden from me.

Nearer. Someone crashed into the wall outside my room. Another volley of gunfire erupted. Then— Silence. Footsteps. Slow. Purposeful. Approaching my door. I backed away instinctively. The handle turned. Once. Twice. Then— A powerful kick splintered the lock. The door flew inward. Smoke drifted into the room. For one terrifying heartbeat, I couldn't see who stood there. Then the haze cleared. Zane. His eyes found mine immediately. Everything else seemed to disappear.

I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my chin into her hair, whispering things I didn’t know I still believed. “It’s okay,” I murmured. “You’re safe.” For a fleeting moment, I thought maybe she believed me. Maybe we could start again, even if the world outside was burning. But the sound of footsteps shattered that illusion. The door burst open with a loud crack that made Maya jump in my arms. Zane stood in the doorway, rain dripping from his dark hair, his eyes glowing faintly—wolfish, predatory. His presence filled the small apartment like a storm breaking through glass.