Zane In Real Life Novels & Stories

“Everyone. My parents, the media, investors, exes… myself.” Lena didn’t press. She watched him with quiet eyes, waiting. Zane crossed the room and sat beside her—close, but not touching. His voice dropped. “Do you know why I’ve never done anything like this before?” “This?” “A fake engagement. A staged relationship. Playing house.” She smiled faintly. “Because it’s beneath you?” “Because I knew if I let someone too close, even pretend-close, I might not be able to shut the door again.”

Zane parroted as his boyish grin returned full force on learning JT was Maggie’s brother. “Uh, sorry! You had me in the air so fast I didn’t get to introduce you,” Dani said, smiling, and giving JT a small punch in the arm. “Zane is a neurologist from my hospital in Dallas. I asked him to come check out Aunt Lu and make sure she was really ready to transition home.”

"Bianca?" Zane answered on the first ring. "I am not at the pack house, I will not be available for the break." "I am not in my pack house either, but I am willing to be available tomorrow, so should you." He said, annoyance clouding his voice, ready to hang up the call. "Wait, Zane," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "Where are you?" "I'm in Hawaii," He replied, confusion evident in his tone. "Why?"

I watched him, trying to read him, until he finally noticed I was watching. “Is there a problem?” he asked. “No,” I lied. I folded my hands in my lap. “You said your ex was alive. What’s the story there? What are you doing about it?” Zane’s face shifted, serious for the first time since I had known him. He put his phone down and met my eyes. “I found her family in Austria,” he said. “Not her exactly, but her family. They were having a hard time, so I brought them back to New York. Her mother asked for help. I thought it was the right thing to do.”

So he played along. "I was in.... Pamlivam. You see, I was in the Forest and the queen...I mean the previous queen, Kendra had ordered some soldiers to kill me. And I was running from them, when a portal opened and I fell inside it",said Zane "And you were alone?",asked Scarlett "Yes",lied Zane. "You're lying",said Scarlett. "Who else was there Zane?" "What? No, I'm not lying",said Zane."I-I was alone"

he said, and I watched her face morph with shock as she sat there, her leg trembling as she shook her head. "Impossible," she murmured over and over again. "I am sorry I am late to introduce myself to you." Zane got up and stood right in front of her, stretching his hand into her face. "I am Zane McBree. It is nice to meet you again after eleven years."

Zane. His neighbor from across the hall. Thirty-one years old, tall and built like someone who lifted heavy weights every day. Zane had dark tattoos covering both arms and part of his chest. He worked night shifts and always looked tired and pissed off. Right now he wore only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His broad chest was bare and his jaw was tight with anger. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," Zane said. His deep voice cut through the leftover noise. "It is two in the morning. Some of us actually sleep."

He was silent. “Go ahead and open it; I’ll pick you up tomorrow. “Sweet dreams, princess,” he said, ending the call. I opened the folder and sat down. NAME: Zane Anthony DOB: 26 October PARENTS: DECEASED OCCUPATION: Business Consultant RESIDENCE: Chicago, Illinois I grew up on the South Side of Chicago and put myself through college with a combination of scholarships and working odd jobs. After earning my degree in business administration, I started working for a large consulting company. I’m known for my sharp mind and my no-nonsense approach to problem-solving.

Luckily, we are at a party. Unnoticed, they vanished out from our side. Oh shit! I couldn't feel any tears in my eyes as if there were no more water to cry out. "Don't tell me you are going to cry from that, Dreanna? You don't even know them." "Huh?" Now, what is this guy spattering? Is he having a crack on his head? Why I couldn't read him. He changed from a total sweetheart to a deadass insensitive man. "I told you, I am Erina!" I argued.

Zane was quiet for a moment. He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, and looked at the floor. “I can’t blame you for wanting a family,” he said in a low voice that was so out of character for him. “But those people are not your family.” He glanced up at me through his brows. “They never have been.”