Zane Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

He winks, leaving me alone with Zane, the door locking behind him. Smart man. He knows the plot's tugging at me. I approach, heart racing, this body's instincts screaming to claim him. Zane glares, amber eyes fierce, his lithe frame tense. "Cillian Veyne," he spits, voice gravelly and defiant. "Release me, or you'll regret it." But there's a flicker, attraction, buried under pride. The novel's pull is heavy on us both; I feel it, an invisible force urging me closer, my cock hardening painfully.

Instead, his hand flexed once at his side, then stilled. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then Zane’s voice came floating back toward us, chipper and oblivious. “Find something interesting over there, or are you two just exchanging meaningful glances?” I exhaled, breaking the stare first. “Keep looking, Zane,” I called back, before I could say something to Callum I might regret. Zane groaned and pulled a heavy, leather-bound book from a shelf. “Hm…no. Still not it. Ugh, I’m getting hungry.”

A faint rustle of pages somewhere in the distance. Zane seemed completely absorbed in his books. Every now and then he’d underline his book. Everything about him seemed arranged… And there was his book—covered in hasty notes and crossed lines. Perfect and messy at the same time. It was… strange. Watching him. This was the first time we were alone somewhere that wasn’t his bedroom. Or the locker room or shower, where we have to act like we weren’t fucking. My eyes drifted back to my book, then back to him. Back to my book. Then back to him again.

“I grew up with my grandparents, far from everyone. When they died, I was left alone. It got hard to survive. Alpha Zane offered me a place in his pack.” Her nose wrinkled again at the word kind. Zane’s reputation didn’t match mine. Rumors said he didn’t keep women past a single night. Yet in my case, he’d gotten personally involved. Navy’s eyes narrowed, sharp with curiosity. “Why would he do that?”

Jack waved at me with a big smile and pulled out a chair for me. Zane was at the counter, pouring himself more coffee. Our eyes met for a brief second. He gave me a small nod, like nothing had happened. But something in his expression felt... off. I sat down and tried to eat, but my appetite was gone. After breakfast, as people started clearing plates, Zane walked past me toward the hallway. He paused for a second and murmured under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “Some things are better left as dreams, don’t you think?”

The web was too tangled. Zane’s gaze lingered on mine for a moment longer than it should have. He was waiting for me to speak. I didn’t say anything after a while, so he nodded stiffly. He took a last look at the papers peeking out from my pillow. “Have a good night, Ms. Ibe.” And then he walked away. ##

Who smiles at hockey games and holds hands on campus and is maybe, possibly, falling in love. On the other side, the girl who watched her parents die. Who swore an oath over their graves, and will stop at nothing to get justice. I don't know how much longer I can be both. When I reach the apartment, Zane is in the kitchen making breakfast. He looks up when I enter, and his smile is so genuine, so warm, that it physically hurts. “Hey. You're back early.” “The library was too crowded.” The lie comes easily now, too easily.

The tall and dashing man walked straight with his gaze focused on Yesran. Yesran felt the pheromone fill her nose. She widened her eyes. "You... the new kid?" "Zane," said Zane as he climbed the bed, crawling and cradling Yesran under him. "Call me Zane." Yesran speechless. She couldn't say anything, Zane's deep and heavy voice made Yesran lose the ability to reply. Instead of replying, raising her hand to keep the man away from her body, Yesran seemed unable.

“How perfect you are. I spent the last twenty years hoping that if there was a mate for me out there, I’d never come across them. And then I found you, and, Anna . . . there isn’t one thing I would change about you. Or one single thing I regret about knowing you.” Suddenly, tears are streaming red-hot down my cheeks. “You haven’t answered me,” I say, quickening the rhythm of my fingers. Zane’s response is a bittersweet exhale against my cheek. “I think I’d have you bite me right under my jaw. People would glance at it and think that it’s obscene. But they’d immediately know who I belong to.”

The voice started, making her sit well and she wiped away the tears that fell from my eyes. “Zane made Alpha Lance murder his parents, putting him in the eyes of the world, and not only that, he tried to wipe out the entire pack but was stopped by Alpha Lance, who executed him and his family. But, sadly, Zane isn’t dead yet. He is back and bound in making everyone suffer.” She ended.