Zane Romance Books Novels & Stories

But instead, I stood rooted to the spot, my breath uneven, as his hand brushed deliberately close to mine—not touching, just hovering, daring me to close the gap. “I’m not like the men you’ve known,” Zane said quietly, his gaze locked on mine as though he could see straight through me. “And you’re not as uninterested as you pretend.” Anger and desire warred inside me. “You’re arrogant.” “Confident,” he corrected smoothly. “And right.” I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him he wasn’t right, that I had no interest in a man who could make a woman scream behind closed doors and then pin me against a wall like I was his next indulgence.

What could I offer him, a human female who could only bring sorrow to his house? Afterward, Zane and I made love for the morning, which was everything except perfunctory, and thus we were running late, I tried to describe my dream, but Zane, who was so distracted I knew he wasn’t really listening, and he told me to consult the local Luna. Then he kissed me again, and I felt the heat of his body against mine. All right, I thought at the time, once but no more. “I often have hunting dreams,” Zane said while we were sipping our coffee after the girls had gone to the playroom with Dr. Hayes. The PPE was over, but they had first level in few weeks.

She leaned in fast, whispering sharp and low. "Girls. Zane. Nine o'clock. With a woman. His arm around her." I stopped chewing. Slowly, so very slowly, I turned my head toward the bar side of the lounge. And boom. There he was. Zane Romano, walking in like he owned the world’s libido. His hair slightly messy, white dress shirt sleeves rolled just enough to show a hint of forearm, and that damn smile... And well...under that casually draped arm of his was a woman. Tall, dark curly hair spilling down her back, a face that could be sold in a luxury promo package with a private yacht and chilled Moët & Chandon.

Elariana His kiss changed everything. When Zane’s lips met mine, it wasn’t merely a physical touch—it was a dam breaking. The wall I had built around myself over years of suffering in the Black Rock pack, under the cold stone floors and Kian’s cruelty, collapsed like a house of cards. Zane didn’t ask. He didn’t demand. He called to me. And for the first time in my life, I wanted to answer.

“Meet my fiancée, Elora Shane.” Zane’s voice interrupted my thoughts. His voice was cold and emotionless, as though he were introducing a business partner. His arm draped possessively around her waist, then his other arm to deliberately rest in the middle of her stomach. I blinked too fast to even get a good grasp of her face. “Fiancée?”The word sliced through my tongue as it escaped. My voice cracked, unsure if it was despair or heartbreak carrying it forward.

I added in a hoarse whisper as Zane leaned down, tilting my chin toward his lips. "Thus," he whispered gruffly. "With a kiss... I die." And Zane Andrews kissed me. Again.

And when the lights went dark, Zane was gone. --- Aurora fell to her knees in the rain, the city roaring around her. Somewhere in the chaos, a new truth had been born — one she wasn’t ready to face. Zane hadn’t just been lost to his secrets. He’d been taken by them. ---

Somehow, my entire body relaxed on its own. Then it hit me—the original plot said, Zane was the first to fall in love with the female lead. I asked, “How are things between you and the girl who spilled coffee on you?” Zane looked puzzled. “What are you talking about?” “You know, the little spark between you two.” I was in the mood for gossip. Zane curled his lips and explained, “Are you jealous? She’s smart and has solid ideas about product management. I promoted her.” I could not believe the heroine was skipping the love story and jumping straight to building her career.

Terrence took the books from Zane before he could stop him, annoyed as he looked at the titles. “All of these are relationship books,” Terrence said slowly, raising his eyebrow as he looked at the big one about how to romance a woman. “Yeah? So what?” Zane snapped and took the books back angrily. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Blake said, sounding a bit hurt. “I’m not,” Zane admitted. “Then why the books?” Marcus asked curiously. Zane wasn’t going to let his brothers make him feel foolish for buying self-help books. At least he knew he needed help. Terrence had been lucky to get a wife like Christine, and Blake and Marcus were too busy with work to care about anything except hookin

She looked like she was constipated. But our victory didn’t last as Zane and Ronan entered the cafeteria with the rest of their friends. Zane looked absolutely dashing in his black leather jacket and white t-shirt. I forgot for a moment that he is here for his girlfriend. He walked towards us with an aloof expression on his face as Mila jumped on him and buried her face in his chest, in front of everyone as she told him about the argument between us. Zane stood face to face with me after pushing Mila aside as he uttered a single word, “Apologize!” he ordered and I glared at him with contempt. All his hotness went out the window. Who does he think he is?