Zane's Series Novels & Stories

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.

Zane parroted as his boyish grin returned full force on learning JT was Maggie’s brother. “Uh, sorry! You had me in the air so fast I didn’t get to introduce you,” Dani said, smiling, and giving JT a small punch in the arm. “Zane is a neurologist from my hospital in Dallas. I asked him to come check out Aunt Lu and make sure she was really ready to transition home.”

“How do you know that?” Zane’s jaw tensed, but the expression in his eyes betrayed him—haunted, flickering with something unspoken. For a second, the cold mask cracked. And there it was. A glimpse of the man underneath the billionaire armor. “Because I’ve had them,” Zane said finally. Quiet. Honest. I stared, stunned into silence. I hadn’t expected that. Not from him. Then, like a switch flipped, Zane’s face hardened again. He shifted away, the moment slipping like smoke between them.

"Put your children to bed, folks. Blood will be spilled on the canvas." "There's a story there," Chase probes, tugging the blanket from my feet to his. "It's a long one." And there's no way I'm going into details. The cameras pan to the empty ring and Don's intro song blasts. It's scary and rough, sending spiders crawling over the surface of my skin. "You know what song that is?" Chase asks, sitting up straighter.

Maya. After all the drama, Zane wanted to fire Harlow. But after some serious thinking between the two of us, Zane decided to sell back the company to the previous owners. Mr. Milner had realised it had been a bad decision to sell of his family legacy. Thankfully, Zane didn’t want it anymore.

Zane sits in a corner booth, two glasses waiting. He doesn't ask questions. He just pushes a glass toward me. For two hours, I let the alcohol numb my insides. I drink until the image of Sandy’s hands on Jamie begins to blur. Until the sting of Luca’s silence is only a dull ache. "You deserve to know everything,", Zane says. His voice drops to a whisper. It’s thick. Dark. It’s scary. "About why I really followed you back. Why I’ve been following these past few months"

But Zane… Zane glowed. His outfit was simpler by comparison, a fitted suit of midnight black that clung to his frame with quiet confidence. His hair was neatly styled, and there was a faint shimmer on his skin like he had brushed against stardust. He wasn’t trying to stand out, but that only made him more magnetic. They separated without a word, drifting into their respective sections like nothing had happened. But everything had happened. I hadn’t taken my eyes off him, and now, here he was… glowing from the inside, with Ronan.

Zane asked unexpectedly, his tone cool and observant. Nessa’s head snapped up in surprise, then immediately dropped back down toward her shoes. "I..." The rest of the sentence died in her throat. Zane casually leaned back against one of the polished display tables, crossing his long legs. A slim cigarette appeared between his fingers. "I can turn my back if it eases your nerves," he offered smoothly, his lips twitching with the ghost of a dark smile. "Though I can't imagine why it would make a difference."

"Stay covered. Don't paint a target on yourself." "I can handle that, you know." "I know you can. Just... do it anyway. For me." Oh, so now we're playing the 'for me' card? That's not fair. Zane was already posted up at the bottom of the altar steps, half-shifted with his claws out and looking like my favorite bad boy fantasy come to life. He was all snarling and protective and stupidly attractive, which again, not great thoughts for the middle of a freaking battle.

A thick foreboding hangs in the air and Larissa stirs from her deep sleep. ‘What’s wrong, Annalise?’ ‘It’s Zane. He took off. He believes he has not yet fulfilled his obligation to us. His goal is to uncover that demon and eradicate him from the face of the earth. I tried to get him to stay, but he wouldn’t. So he’s gone and I don’t think he’ll be coming back.’ ‘He’ll be back, Annalise. He’s more than capable. I’m sure of it and you should be as well. Our heat is returning, so you aren’t thinking clearly.’