Zane's Series Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

I breathed. "Wait here." Zane disappeared through another door and came back a minute later carrying two bottles—water and something amber in a crystal decanter. He set them on a workbench near the door, then shrugged off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. I tried not to stare at his forearms. Failed. "You want to tell me what you're thinking?" He poured himself a drink, watching me over the rim of the glass. "I'm thinking this is insane." I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold. "All of it. The party, the kiss, this—" I gestured at the cars. "I don't understand what's happening."

His sharp jaw muscle was twitching in anger and I could feel all the rage radiating out of him. I widened my eyes at Zane, as I stuttered, “Zane… what are you doing here?” His poisonous gaze whipped from Richard to me as he glared at me and I wanted to hide under a rock. His gaze drafted to Richard again, who was looking between Zane and I confusedly.

UNKNOWN “Isn’t Zane supposed to be an ally?” the woman beside me asks, one earbud in, the other dangling as she watches the screens in front of us with mild disinterest. Cruise footage plays across multiple monitors. She twirls a strand of her shoulder-length hair, clearly bored. “I thought you'd keep him around a bit longer. Play with him before tossing him. Such a shame.” I don’t answer right away. Zane’s face on the monitor — pale, horrified, finally aware he’s lost the upper hand — makes me smile as I pull out my own earbud.

"Many years passed, but every birthday, I got a postcard without a name or an address, and I knew it came from her, my baby sister, until suddenly they stopped. My parents were killed, and I took the crown. I made it my life's mission to change things around, so one day my sister could come back home. I searched for her far and wide, and I never heard from her again. It was as if she had fallen from the face of the Earth. I looked at Zane, and he shrugged his shoulders. We were not there for this, but maybe, just maybe, things will start making sense after this conversation. "Zane is an orphan... he was one of the rescued teenagers from the human facility," I said, and Zane nodded. "Here, th

Phoebe felt someone sit beside her bed, it's slightly sag it was the sign that someone sat there. “Flower, what's the problem? We're okay lately, hmm.” “Just let me go outside Zane, so we're good.” He didn't talk for awhile. “No. Why are you calling me Zane? You're mad at me.” He really won't let her go? Then fine! She were going to sleep again than she eat the food they're cooked together. It's okay to be starve than eating that food of them. She close her eyes and let him talk.

I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought. I remembered everything, from the growl of that notorious creature, the slashing of the swords, and the explosion, all of it was clear. I close my eyes, quivering into the ideas which my mind could only bear. How I wish everything were just a nightmare. I let out a deep breath and found myself in the middle of nowhere.

“They are now working together to convince the others, and how things are looking for Vex co. I think they, too, might sell.” Snatching his phone off the desk, Mr. Taylor grumbled, “Not when I am alive.” “Honey, what are you doing?” Madam Taylor cried. Aggressively, scrolling through his contact list, Mr. Taylor mumbled, “Just you want and see.” ******** The moment Yoko set the box of cereal down, Zane picked it up, dumping everything into his bowl and munching on a handful of dry cereal as he sat down on the couch. Just then Emma started video calling him, and knowing that he was covered in wounds from his fight yesterday, Zane canceled the call and dialed her line, but she ended his call,

It was a chilling display of power, a stark reminder of the depths of evil that could lurk within those entrusted with authority. The flashback dissolved as I heard a soft knock on the door, returning me to the present. I opened my eyes to find Lynn, one of our trusted team members, standing before me. Her presence pulled me away from the abyss of my memories, grounding me in the reality of our mission. "Lynn," I muttered, my voice tinged with gratitude and detachment. "What is it?" She took a deep breath, her eyes filled with concern and urgency. "Aaron, I've been digging into Zea's past and uncovered some unsettling information. We need to talk."