Novel & Cerita Zane In Real Life

He moved toward a worn armchair and settled into it with a quiet sigh. “My name is Zane,” he said. “And I’m going to tell you a truth your family has kept from you your entire life.” I sat across from him, my pulse hammering with anticipation. And dread.

“I love you, too.” Tyr broke the hug and sat back on the couch. They received everyone’s congratulations and they could never be any happier, just a very intimate and precious moment in their life. ‘I wanna kiss you so bad right now, but I’ll do it later.’ Zane subtly scoffed when he heard Tyr’s words in their link. ‘Me too.’ Tyr and Zane just looked at each other, smiles reaching their eyes and their hearts feeling the love they have for each other. Who would have thought? Zane thought he was just an ordinary guy in Tilbury. But thanks to his birthmark, he was brought to his fate. THE END.

“I know they call you Crow but what’s your real name?” Crow sighed and relaxed his body. “My real name is Zane Keller.” “Zane Keller,” she repeated. “Zane…I like that. It fits you. How did you come to be here, Zane Keller?” “When I was released from the military six years ago, I couldn’t stay home. All the people who knew me before I went in, acted like I was a stranger. I had issues, I suppose. So it wasn’t all their fault. I bought a bike and followed the road until I found this place.” He shrugged. “This is my family now. Each and every one of the men that live here is my brother and I’m their brother. I work as their IT guy as I’m familiar with computer systems and security.”

Zane, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. How many people could say they had sat down to dinner with their own past self? Not many, that was for sure. He was staring at history, at his own past life, and he couldn’t help but marvel at how absolutely, breathtakingly grumpy Yeonho was. “Here. Eat.” Yeonho shoved a plate toward him, the gesture as curt as his tone. Zane, caught mid-marvel, realized he had been sitting there with his mouth open like some kind of village idiot. He promptly shut it, feeling mildly embarrassed.

Can you imagine Zane in economy class? I couldn't imagine that. After the call ended, my feelings became even more complicated. I went over to the window, only to see that Zane hadn't left. He stood motionless downstairs. I wondered what he was thinking. Maybe… he was thinking about the baby. The baby really was just an accident. Back then, Zane had drunk too much at a business event. And in the heat of the moment, he had removed the condom and whispered, "Cassidy, I want you to be completely mine."

Zane froze, then exploded with rage. "You admit it, you vile woman! Return Martha and my child, or I'll ruin you!" He lunged, but my guards pinned him down. I stepped closer, unhurried. "Patience. You'll see her soon. It's time to end this farce." I had him escorted to a car, reporters trailing us like vultures. The livestream viewership soared to tens of millions. We drove to a villa outside the city, a place Zane recognized. Doubt flickered across his face as we disembarked.

“What, you think I’m a personality renovation project?” “No. But I think you’re interesting. And not easily impressed.” “Congratulations,” I said under my breath. “Welcome to reality.” We fell silent. The ocean shimmered like expensive oil under the sunlight, and the air carried a hush that felt dangerously close to intimate. Unfortunately, my company was a man with a devil’s smile and intentions that absolutely did not include a quiet breakfast. “You know,” Zane finally said, “I’ve met a lot of women. Not one of them wanted to strangle me with a butter knife right away.”

It turns out they were acquainted and they had an amicable dialogue there after. “He didn't tell me any of this” “How does Zane look like?” I asked eagerly. “Zane was the hottest guy back then in college, I mean..me too but he had more entourages. We were pretty close, Zane is a very great guy. Oh my God Rita! You are so great to have him” Adam encouraged and I was so heartened. I blushed, smiling heavily. “What else? Does he..he have any…uhm scar or something weird on his face?” I inquired furthered because that’s what Mrs Janet Johnson told me.

I answer. I find one that will let us rent and takes cash. It’s a dump, but the beds are soft. We take the trunk into our room, not wanting anything to happen to it. “I never realized your Mom and my Dad weren’t actual siblings,” Zane tells me. I narrow my eyes at him. “You thought our parents were committing incest?” Zane shakes his head. “Honestly, I thought they were siblings who shared your Dad.” “WOW,” I laugh. “You never walked in on your Dad kissing my Mom?”

Why am I surprised that Zane is this good at this job? We park in front of a red-roofed farmhouse that looks like something I once saw on a postcard. “No way.” I once again paste my face to the window. “This place is unreal.” “Of course it is. It’s my territory.” “I still don’t think you can take credit for that.” I laugh. “Look— they have cows!” “If I’d known what a fan of livestock manure you are, I’d have— ” I ignore him and exit the car right as a young man comes toward us. His mop of dark curls is swept around by the wind, and his frame is slight, especially for a Were. “Dr. Sem Caine,” Zane explains after they exchange a hug.