Zane Novel Novels & Stories

Even though Zane knew that Dicken was inside, he got no response, and the rain continued pulling down heavily, soaking his hair and clothes. Suddenly, lightning lit up the sky, and the sound of thunder echoed, making Zane clench his fist, and he growled, cursing under his breath. As the rain beat upon his body, Zane gazed around the yard, desperately looking for somewhere to take refuge for the night, realizing that he had caged himself in a nightmare, and yet, he wasn't really to wake up from it just yet, not until he had done what he came for.

Zane’s POV I was sitting in the cafeteria as one of the girl from the Dark Moon Pack was hitting on me. I had absolutely no interest in talking to her, but I didn’t want to come off as rude so I heard her blabbering like an animated doll. I saw Ronan, my buddy, walk in the canteen and I shot him a pleading look. He immediately came to my rescue as he made an excuse on my behalf and we walked away. The girl said something along the lines, ‘We will catch up later.’ But I had no such intentions.

Zane's arms hiked it up, exposing a portion of my waist, which he delicately brushed with his fingers, as though trying to memorize my form. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine. In here, we were alone, and nothing else mattered. Not the Tribe, not the enemies waiting to take advantage of his vulnerability. Not Jace and his foiled revenge. Just us. “For a very long time, I did all I could to just survive. I never allowed myself to think too far into the future because . . . What if I died along the way? I'd even resigned to my fate.” He chuckled. “I think the Moon Goddess really does have a sense of humor.”

SYNOPSIS : At Blackthorne, everyone knows the rules…Know your place, don't offend the wrong person and whatever you do….do not dare challenge Zane Calloway. Amelia Carter accidentally breaks the last one. When she steps into a crowd gathered around Zane and tells him to let another student go, the entire hallway goes quiet. Zane looks at her as if she has just handed him a new game. By the next morning, Amelia's face is on everyone's phones…The scholarship student who works alongside her mother at their laundry business is suddenly Laundry Girl, and Blackthorne's wealthy students have found a new source of entertainment. Serena Calloway makes sure Amelia learns exactly what happens w

“Did anyone recognize you?” Zane flashed a wide smile, revealing his gums. “Not at all,” he said, smug satisfaction dripping from every syllable. He turned on his heel dramatically, letting the cloak swirl around him. “I was nervous at first, sure. But now?” His grin deepened as he tapped his chest. “I feel invincible. Perfectly capable of carrying myself. After all…” He sprawled across Yeonho’s bed as though it were a throne, folding his arms behind his head. “All those years in the mafia paid off.”

Chapter 23: The Weight of Vengeance The castle of Zorana had once been a symbol of strength and unity, but now, it stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of everything Caden had once cherished. War had taken its toll, not just on the kingdom, but on the people who had once thrived within its walls. The air was thick with the tension of unresolved grief, the remnants of battles both won and lost. And at the center of it all stood Prince Caden—his every move, his every breath consumed by a singular obsession: vengeance.

"It won’t happen again." Zane moved so fast I didn’t have time to react. He grabbed me from behind, one strong arm wrapping around my waist while his other hand slipped under my skirt, cupping my bare pussy roughly. I wasn’t wearing panties. I had been too sensitive and wet this morning to bother. "Big words for a girl whose cunt is already dripping down my fingers again," he growled into my ear, sliding two thick fingers through my soaked folds. "You’re soaked, Raven. Your greedy little pussy is weeping for your bully stepbrother."

“We will be back first thing in the morning.” “I love you, too, Mama,” I yawned. After they left, I drifted off to sleep and dreamed of Zander and the white picket fence life ahead of us. Zander’s POV Oh my God, my head hurts. So much that I don’t want to open my eyes. Then I realized it’s not because I didn’t want to open my eyes, it’s because I can’t see. My vision is blacked out. Panic gripped my chest, and I felt like I was hyperventilating. I closed my eyes tightly.

Callahan’s hand connected with Zane’s cheek so hard his head snapped to the side. I sucked in a breath. Zane slowly turned his face back as a red handprint bloomed across his skin. He smiled, but it was cold and empty. “Feel better, father?” His father’s chest heaved, he opened his mouth and closed it again. Zane looked around the room, saw me standing there with Eleanor, he saw the blood on my foot and the tears on my face. Something flickered in his eyes and died just as fast. “Happy family dinner,” he said to no one as he walked past his father, past us, and out the front door. It slammed behind him hard enough to rattle the windows.

Her body was practically pressed against mind. Across the table two other girls were leaning forward, practically begging me to notice them. Usually this was exactly where I liked to be - the center of it. I loved women and they loved me too. I knew how to get them easily. I’d been good at since I was fifteen and had never found a reason to stop enjoying. Usually. I was in a good mood until I looked across the dining hall. Zana was at her usual table at the far end. She had her food in front of her. the shocking thing was that she was talking to the transfer student - Caden, the one who had arrived with the second cohort, the prince.