Zane In Real Life Novels & Stories

More specifically, if my dad and brother gave me permission, because my mom's permission does not exactly count. Zane is the son of the Shaw family, a rich family who owns many warehouses in Russia, Australia, and Brazil. They are all part of the billionaire boys club and that's how my parents knew them. That's also a reason why they approve of Zane and I's friendship, because he came from a respectable family.

I blink, my eyes adjusting, and then I freeze. "Zane?" I whisper in disbelief. "How? You’re... you're dead." He died years ago in a car accident. Am I dreaming? Is my mind breaking? For a split second, I wonder if it’s Zane’s son, seeking revenge for a death I didn't cause—but no. This man isn't a teenager. He is in his fourtys. It is him. Zane is alive. He stands in the doorway, his lips curved in a slight, chilling smile.

"Do you really think she'll even show? This isn't even her crowd." "She'll show." retorted Zane "I've been playing Mr. Nice guy for over a week now. I'll have her begging for me to take her to bed by the end of the night. If not there are plenty of other options here bro." "Yeah much more suitable options. Don't tell me you actually like this girl?" Zander asked. "Bro it's just a bet and plus I like a challenge!" exclaimed Zane. "OK, ok don't get your panties in a wad!" said Zander.

"Jack, it's Henry. I'm sorry for calling at this time but I need your help." Jack, an old friend and financial advisor, immediately sensed the urgency in Henry's voice. "Henry? you need my help? What's going on?" Henry quickly explained the situation, hiding no details from him. "I don't have that kind of money, Jack. But I need to find a way. My wife's life depends on it." Jack was silent for a moment, processing the information. "Alright, Henry. I'll see what I can do. We might be able to pull some strings, get some investors involved. But it's going to be tight."

“No. I just wanted to see how she’s doing. I’ll be around for Thanksgiving. I decided to come a little early.” Gabe studied him carefully. Zane was the kind of man who kept everything to himself and didn’t give away secrets. He probably didn’t know that Gabe already knew about Chloe’s miscarriage and her history with James, so he was trying to be careful. “You think she’s dead?” Gabe asked bluntly. Zane shrugged his broad shoulders. He was wearing a warm sweater, jeans, and hiking boots. Gabe thought he looked exactly like what he was—a science geek—and he liked that about him.

Revanchi chimed. I pressed my lips together and offered him an awkward smile. Then Mr. Revanchi moved to the next person. “And this person is Zane. I don't know if you've ever come across him. He's quite famous and—” “I haven't, except from the first day you introduced him in the living room.” I cut him off sharply, earning strange glances from everyone. “Are you sure you haven't met me before that, Celeste?” Zane's voice interrupted.

"By the way, I'm at the main gate waiting for the door to open." Before I could finish talking, the gate opened and I slipped through it. I stood there for a while, watching the huge compound. The Blacks are one of the richest people in New York so it wasn't a surprise to see the kind of house they live in. I knew every corner of the building, I knew Mr. and Mrs. Black's room, I knew Stephanie's room but not Zayn's. He was the only one who I didn't know about his room. Zayn was notorious. At 18 he was already involved in keeping a bad gang around him, he smokes, and he fucked any girl he wants without even thinking about STDs. I mean, what if he contracted a dangerous disease during his rend

When I didn’t take the bait and snap at him, Zane slammed the reports down and stormed out. I didn’t waste a single second on his temper. I finished the docks’ account reconciliations, made myself a warm glass of milk, and took a long, hot shower to wind down. That night, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Zane’s assistant. [The Don’s had too much to drink at the dockside casino.] For years, Zane had had a bad stomach. Too much alcohol would leave him nauseous and pounding with a headache. Before I realized what I was doing, I had already gone into the kitchen.

Part 1 - Before Shane I have loved her since the first time I laid eyes on her but I won’t start there. Let’s start the day before I saw her, the day before I met her, the day before my life changed. Hack. Hack. Hack. The meat split and fell apart under my blade. I spent my day cutting meat into smaller pieces. The other kids my age preferred to work out in the field, saying it was more fun being outdoors under the sun. I preferred being on my own.

Zane let out a dark, humourless smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Actually, track down my mate first. I intend to pay my father a surprise visit, but I want to see her face before I deal with his." Before he could step into the vehicle, his phone vibrated sharply in his coat pocket. Adrian. Zane rolled his eyes, pressing the receiver to his ear. "What is it?" "A national press conference, Zane? Really?" Adrian’s voice sounded over the speaker. "Are you truly taking this game this far?" Zane leaned back against the leather interior as the driver pulled away from the curb. "I am having an extraordinary amount of fun with this, if you must know." He ended the call before Adrian could offer a c