Zane Novel Novels & Stories

Zane laughed, catching it easily. "See? Teamwork." Ryan exhaled loudly, running a hand through his hair. "Why did I even agree to live with you..." Zane Smiled lightly for that, getting up at last.He began picking up things randomly, opening boxes without care. As they sorted through bags and boxes, Zane's eyes suddenly fell on something. A diary. Something about it instantly caught his attention. Without thinking much, he picked it up and slowly opened it. The very first page made his breath hitch.

He found Jonathan near a secluded clearing, his silver-grey fur glistening under the dappled sunlight. "Jonathan," Blaze called out, his voice laced with an undertone of excitement. "I have something important to discuss with you." Jonathan, sensing the urgency in Blaze's voice, turned his attention towards him. His keen eyes narrowed, sensing the seriousness of the situation. "What's on your mind, Blaze? You seem unusually animated." A mischievous gleam danced in Blaze's eyes as he approached Jonathan. "I overheard a conversation between Andy and Jahseh. It seems they've encountered a human girl named Zoe who has taken an interest in the forest and its secrets."

Cassandra said angrily "What the hell happened? what the fuck is that! why did the zombie attack us? I thought that place is secured what happened then? "Please came down. We don't know what happened, we don't know what attract those zombies, we spent four days in that camp and we did not sight any zombie because we clear them off before we camp there." Susan told Casandra. "Casandra can you just please came down! can you just shut up and let me focus on driving, can't you see that am driving?" Jane said.

A huge window showing a view I had only seen once before. This was Zane’s house. “Shit,” I whispered, gripping the sheets. “Shit, shit, shit.” How the hell did I end up here again? Before I could fully process it, the door opened. Zane walked in, already dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was holding a glass of water, looking completely calm… like finding me in his bed was the most normal thing in the world. The moment I saw him, everything from last night came rushing back in broken pieces.

I didn’t agree to that, but would it be that bad? Not for nothing, but Zane is sexy as hell. He’s mysterious and definitely dangerous. I can sense he’s powerful. Zane’s aura is more potent than an alpha’s aura. He demands respect and loyalty. He’s not a man to mess with. His job is to collect the souls of the dead and deliver them to Death. Yeah, he’s not an enemy I want to have. In a way, I’m intimidated by him, and he doesn’t even own my soul yet. Combined with his handsome good looks and fit body, I bet he knows exactly what to do with a woman.

I was overwhelmed by all of it, and everyone from the pack was either standing around talking or sitting at the tables eating enjoying themselves. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, going from a girl who was part of the Blood Moon Pack, to being apart of this amazing pack. To have been saved that night from a life that could have destroyed me. I had been so close to losing any chance at a life like this. So close to becoming Zander’s next mate. Instead, I found Nathan… and somehow fell deeply in love with him. For the first time in a long time, my life finally felt like my own.

I wanted nothing more than to shed the weight of the summit like a second skin, to leave the dragon lords and their endless demands somewhere far behind me. I pushed the heavy oak door open, stepped inside, and immediately stopped. Zane lay passed out cold on the dark grey velvet couch in the middle of the sitting room. He was fully dressed in his heavy coat, dark trousers, and riding boots, one leg dangling awkwardly off the edge of the cushion as though he'd collapsed mid-sentence. A half-empty glass of sweet water sat on the low table beside him, next to an unread leather scroll, its wax seal still intact. Even the candles nearby had burned low, wax pooling onto the brass holders, as if t

Zane was now a headache. “Yes, Zane.” “Don’t leave the phone at home. I have your old one, and it no longer works, remember?” he said, and I could have kicked myself for that. “Zane, why exactly are you doing this?” “Because I’m interested in you.” He said, and my heart started beating too fast. “I don’t do relationships.” “And why? Let me guess: an ex, asshole, narcissist, or idiot. Which one was he?” he asked.

"This is unbelievable! I’m going to take a walk outside. I need to breathe. This is a lot, and I’m upset she used you like that." I nodded as he turned and walked out. Sienna Julian seemed to have gone out, so sitting outside and reading was my next best option. Mirror Image by Sandra Brown. It was so captivating. When was this woman going to tell her husband—who is not her husband—that his wife died in a plane crash?

Zane snapped finally losing his patience. "You should be grateful I did not snap your neck when I had the chance, I just wasn't in the mood to kill then, but I will not hesitate to do so if you do no control the way you speak to me" he growled and Ace immediately sensed his wolf was close to surfacing, good thing he was not near him or he would have been six feet under before he would blink. "Now back to my question, what happened to her in a dungeon for her to have been traumatized by it," Zane asked in a commanding tone.