Zane Grey Novels Novels & Stories

Jonathan bowed low and turned to carry out the order. I turned back to look out the high window at the dark, frozen mountains of my kingdom. Ethan Willow was going to watch his sister get destroyed little by little, and I was going to enjoy every single second of it.

"I swear to god that if I find someone on—" "*Flick his forehead*" Silius's hand shot out before Mathew could finish the threat, thumping him square between the eyes. "No, I'm not." "I'm just…" he trailed off, still scrolling. "Just what?" Mathew pressed, rubbing his forehead. "Um…" Silius finally looked up, eyes bright with the particular excitement of someone who'd found a good story to tell. "Do you know Zane?" "Zane Grey?" he added, when Mathew's expression stayed blank.

At the time Lani's mother died, Zane's family treated her as their own daughter. Among her three friends, Zane was the closest to Raine. It is because he's the first one he met and they made more happy memories than the others. Among all of them, Zane's the most talented and most shy. He wants to write mystery novels and Raine's the first one reading his works. "You're right!" Lani beamed. "Indeed!" Raine replied, "So meet you at our house later?" "At your house? But isn't it still dangerous?" Zane asked. "You can be hurt!"

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

“I know what you see when you look in the mirror. A liar. A coward. A girl wearing a dead man’s guilt like perfume. You think Jaxon will love the broken pieces, but you and I both know that they’re not broken. They’re true.” She hung up, but her hands shook for hours. The dreams started next. Gabriel standing in a dark hallway, eyes hollow. Whispering words she couldn’t hear, pointing behind her. She’d turn and Zane would be there, smiling and whispering back. She stopped sleeping. On the fifth day, Zane sent a package. A book. Her favorite, Wuthering Heights. The pages were dog-eared. Annotated. Except they weren’t her notes, they were Gabriel’s.

Something that has no place existing between a human girl and the werewolf who's blackmailing her. “You okay?” Zane's voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts. “Fine,” I lie effortlessly. “Liar,” he says, but there's no heat in it. He takes a turn onto a quiet street lined with modern apartment buildings. “For what it's worth, I meant what I said. You'll have your own space. Your own room. I'm not going to... this isn't…” He trails off, struggling for words, and I realize he's nervous too. The great Zane Grayson, future Alpha, uncertain and stumbling over his words.

Zelena. All those feelings of darkness and loss, the hurt and pain, the emptiness. They were all gone now. All I had to do was look at the beautiful sleeping faces of my babies, and my heart was full. I haven’t named them yet. It doesn’t seem right to do it without Gunner. Though I have some ideas that I'm pretty set on already. In the meantime, I have nickname them B. for my sweet little boy, and G. for my very loud little girl. They are both so similar, yet I can already pinpoint their very different characteristics. B. is quiet and rarely cries. He eats like a typical Alpha-son, but he loves to be swaddled and held tight. G. is very vocal about her demands. If she wants something or if so

“Wait, don’t hang up…I called because I have news about Zane Gray.” Upon hearing his stupid name, my whole mood dampened. “What did you find out?” “Well, apparently he never grew up in a stable environment. His parents got a divorce when he was just six years old. Since he was pretty young, he ended up living with his mother, who later became an alcoholic and constantly hit him, blaming him for the divorce.”

Zane was still waiting for me in the living room. "Is she alright?" "Yep, she's fine now. But ensure to keep a close eye on Karen." He stepped forward, as there was still a document in his hand. "There was one important thing we found out about alpha Christian." "What, Zane?" "He has a younger sis. Mia Grey, 22 years old, green eyes, the most important thing right now, I heard that she came back." "Little sis." I had no idea what to do with his little sis, but I knew I would still come up with an idea. "Great, it'll be best if you could use her to find out things that I wanna know." I said