Zane Novel Novels & Stories

For now. Nova still glances at him every few minutes, but the looks have changed. It’s no longer ‘I will decapitate you with my thumbs,’ but something between curiosity and suspicion. Her gaze keeps flicking between the two of us like she one hundred percent knows that Zane was buried deep inside of me just last night. My toes curl from the memory alone. Hell no, Ly. Not now. I sink deeper into the couch, creating what I call ‘a respectable safe-distance gap’ between Zane and myself.

Something in the process of evolving. Andrei hadn’t said much since that night. They passed each other in corridors, exchanged glances that lingered too long, but with them, words had become less necessary. The silence between them now carried weight. It still harboured resentment, but still carried respect. The weight of a dozen words left unspoken. Zane found himself in the library again with no fire this time, only the gray illumination of morning light. He pulled a book from the shelves something about the evolution of aristocratic dynasties. He didn’t care for the content. It was the weight of the book in his hands, the way knowledge felt like armor.

Aaron stated as he ignored his comment and tossed the book he was holding at the table. Zeppelin grimaced and wanted to beat his son with his tone, however, when he saw the paper inside the book, his face turned pale, "T-This—" Just the day after Zelle’s special 17th Birthday, a lot has happened. After an euphoric celebration, there are tears of sadness and madness. Was it a sin to fall in love with Zelle? Was it a sin to wish for her smile? Was it a sin to seek truth in a deplorable but silent manner?

Zane was caged in a kingdom of concrete and bad coffee. The real world could finally have some space. I heard Ostara come in and leaned back in my chair to peer into the corridor. She popped her head in. “What’s funny?” she asked, clearly wanting in on the joke. “Zane tried to reform Blackwell and got bullied,” I said. Her lips twitched. “Tell me everything.” I gave her the highlights. By the end, she was pressing her hand to her mouth to smother a laugh, eyes bright with vindication.

Zane nodded, the matter closed, and finished his sandwich. * * * After lunch Zane found the gift shop with the instinct children have for gift shops regardless of how well concealed they are, and Marcus, without being asked and without looking at me for confirmation, said yes when Zane held up a book about deep sea creatures that was considerably more detailed than the one he already had. Zane said, "Thank you, Marcus," with the careful courtesy my mother had built into him, and then, after a moment, said, "Is it alright if I call you something else."

The days that followed felt… different. Not in a loud, obvious way. Nothing shattered. Nothing exploded. But something shifted. And it didn’t shift back. Zane didn’t come home that night. Or the next. Or the one after. At first, I told myself it made sense. One of his men had been murdered. Not just any man—one of his right-hand men. Someone trusted. Someone close. In Zane’s world, that wasn’t just loss. It was a message.

Zane smiled and said,"That's the last thing I consider you to be" Zane went up to his room and lied down on his bed. It was comfortable but Zane didn't like it. He hadn't slept in a bed for so long. He got down from the bed and lied down on the cold ground and felt more at home. He closed his eyes and a drop of year trickled down his face and then he started crying and put his hand up to his mouth so that no one could hear him. He wasn't crying because he had so many bruises over his body or that he had gotten beaten up and ill-treated for so long in other dimensions, he was crying because he had suffered too much loss, too much pain and too much anguish. It was more than any person should h

Zane was so scared that his body became tense all of a sudden. He thought that he had been discovered by Nikolai, so he quickly tried to find excuses. At the same time, he heard some soft cries. ....... ..... ........ Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

His eyes glowed faintly as he let his thoughts drift. Zane’s pack was the key to his rise, the foundation upon which he would build his empire. Slowly but surely, he would dismantle Zane’s world, piece by piece, until there was nothing left. And then, when the time was right, he would take what was rightfully his, or what he thinks is rightfully his. 12:00 AM Cana’s phone buzzed, the soft sound cutting through the quiet of the bedroom. She stirred, quickly shutting off the alarm before it could wake Zane, who lay beside her, his exhaustion evident in his deep, steady breathing.

“Can’t we go a day without some new thing coming along?” Zane was silent. I opened my eyes to see him frown at me in surprise. “What?” “I thought the same thing yesterday,” he said. “I mean, let’s count them up here. First, Chloe gets kidnapped.” “Zane,” I said as gently as I could. “What?” “First, Olivia died in childbirth, and Grace almost died.”