Zane Novel Novels & Stories

Where are you? But there was still nothing from it. No whisper. No guidance. Only silence. Zander leaned in again, his hand starting to move upwards on my body. "No one's coming for you," he said quietly, almost gently- like a predator claiming its prey. "It's just you and me now, Jane. the way it was always meant to me." Taking his hand from inside my shirt, he brushed my cheek. I flinched. "You're so beautiful when you're afraid," he whispered. His voice filled with darkness and desire.

“I sent eyes. Zara sent theatre. Learn the difference if you want to live next to him.” Zane’s hand found my wrist. Not tight. A count. One. Two. “You do not collect anything on this asphalt,” Zane said. “You want a table, you send a time that is not my fight night. You put a hand near that hospital again and I open every file I have left, including the ones with your stamp.” Harlan almost looked pleased. “There. The boy still has a spine. I was worried the fat girl had sat on it.” My palm itched. Zane’s fingers squeezed once. Not now.

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!"

Zane sits in a corner booth, two glasses waiting. He doesn't ask questions. He just pushes a glass toward me. For two hours, I let the alcohol numb my insides. I drink until the image of Sandy’s hands on Jamie begins to blur. Until the sting of Luca’s silence is only a dull ache. "You deserve to know everything,", Zane says. His voice drops to a whisper. It’s thick. Dark. It’s scary. "About why I really followed you back. Why I’ve been following these past few months"

Zane was quiet. "He's not the enemy," I said. "He's going to think he is, for a while. He's going to try to be, probably. He's going to come here eventually and stand at the boundary and try to be the obstacle." I paused. "But he sent the book. He found the locked room and he opened it and he sent it to me." "People can be both things," Zane said. "Yes," I said. "They can." I looked at the fire.

So, you'll be getting that phone call. “I know, I know..." Zane said somewhat disappointedly. "I know it's going to be supreme when I get to taste all of you. I'll live and die with the experience I got to put your tit in my mouth." Zane pulls up behind halted traffic, kissing Janiya's breast on top of her sweater, then pecking her tenderly on the lips.

Zane saw both of them busy and happy together, he quietly left both of them. Leaving Claire, Dakota, and the safety of the pack behind, Zane ventured deeper into the ethereal forest, guided by the flickering light of his own ambition. The path he treaded was shrouded in darkness, the air heavy with the whispers of ancient beings. As he approached Cassandra, her eyes glimmered with a mixture of curiosity and satisfaction. She had foreseen this moment, the fracture within the pack caused by jealousy and doubt. With a voice that carried both wisdom and manipulation, she welcomed Zane into her midst. "You seek power, young one," Cassandra whispered, her words like tendrils winding their way into

I returned to the villa and packed up everything related to Zane. Precious jewelry, luxury goods, stuffed animals, and photos of us as a couple—I burned them all. But when I saw a glass bottle, I paused. Inside was a letter Zane had written when he was 17. It was his wish for the future. I had read it many times before. But today, as I held the thin piece of paper in my hands, I still couldn't help unfurling and reading it one last time.

***LONDON'S POV*** I do the naked shame up to Zane's room, my buttocks is on fire. I feel so weak and I cry all the way to his room. Zane is a beast, I have seen what he can do with his hands, and now, he used a spatula on me. I feel my cheeks moistened with more tears, I know I shouldn't cry again, I should obey Zane's orders but he is just so hard to resist that it hurts.

They were going to be seniors this year and head off to college after that. Zane and Zander were getting ready for their 4th of July party. When they threw a party they went all out. Everyone wanted to be invited to a Whitmore party. Zane had his eye on a girl that was different from the rest. She didn't throw herself at them like the other girls at their school. Allie Trainer. It was going to be his goal to get her in his bed before the end of summer. Zander bet him $1000 that he couldn't do it and was surprised to hear she was coming to their party that night. They both hoped she didn't bring her best friend Kat along. That girl was such a loser.