Zane Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“You are the one who should learn.” Zane raised one brow and took another drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke escape through his nose this time. “What is it this time?” he asked. Roman stepped closer to the desk, his voice rising. “How could you? How could you do that to him?” Zane said nothing. “You poured him hot water, Zane. Hot water!” Roman shouted, his voice thick with disbelief. Zane flicked the ashes from the cigarette into a small glass tray on the desk and dropped it, letting it burn out on its own. Then he clasped his hands together, fingers interlocked, elbows resting on the desk. His expression was unreadable.

“I don’t need advice from you.” “You do.” She stepped closer and lowered her voice. “You need to pick a lane, sweetie. You can’t ride Ethan to the altar and let Zane ride you under the table, not in this family. It usually ends with someone bleeding and it won’t be one of the men.” She tilted her head. “Zane isn’t the marriage material type and Ethan is a devil looking for a victim to destroy. From where you stand this story doesn’t look like a good one.” She brushed past me and left the kitchen like she hadn’t just stuck a knife between my ribs and twisted it.

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.

She throws herself against our prison again and again, refusing to give up even though we both know it’s futile. Inside my own body, trapped behind my own eyes, I scream with her. But no sound comes out. Zane walks to a side table where a crystal decanter sits like a trophy. He pours himself a glass of wine, the dark liquid catching the light like blood. His movements are slow, deliberate. Like he has all the time in the world. He takes a sip. Savor it. Then, he turns to look at me. “You know, it’s a pity.” His voice is conversational, almost pleasant. “That you decided to be so difficult. We could have done this the easy way. I could have courted you properly. Made you fall for me like any

“That’s weird. I would definitely know about it if your sister worked at a nightclub.” “She changed her name. To be honest, even I thought that she was another person too.” Darren did not suspect Earl at all. After all, Darren was poor as a pauper and could not think of a reason why Earl would manipulate him in any way. He was fuming with anger. It made him very upset that he had treated his sister well since young and yet she ignored him for a sugar baby. Earl naturally understood how Darren felt and comforted the man by saying that Yvonne must be bewitched by that gigolo. After all, there were now some sugar babies that specialized in going after their sugar mommy’s money, and Benedict cou

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

it was stuck to her finger like a second skin, making it hard to remove. “Raina, “Don’t”, please,” Ronald said with pleading eyes. “I will send you the ring when I succeed in taking it off along with the divorce papers.” She turned to leave then bumped into Gabriel by the door. “Damn,” Gabriel cursed as soon as took in the scenario. Raina’s face was puffy from crying, Ronald looked confused with tears in his eyes, his shirt was a bit rumpled and Gabriel could see lipstick stain on his lips. Annabelle, on the other hand, was standing beside Ronald’s desk without a care in the world.

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

I barely even came. My second boyfriend tried to “fix me” like I was a problem to solve. He lasted five days before I got tired of pretending I was normal. But even in those five days, I was already craving something deeper than what he could give. And I hate to say this, but hell no, he has the tiniest dick I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Believe me, his dick was about the same size as my nipples when they’re aroused. My third boyfriend said I was draining him. I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real.