Zane's Series Novels & Stories

I needed to stop talking to him. Zane: I'm making you uncomfortable. You don't know me. I get it. But give it time, pretty soon you'll have everything about me memorized, maybe by then your judgment won't be clouded by what you see on the internet and you'll see me, just me. Fallon: And who is Zane Andrews? He didn't reply back right away. Zane: Sometimes, I think, he's still the scared little boy who was abandoned by his sisters and dropped off in foster care when the love of his life died.

Zane whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The world seemed to blur as I processed his words. He wanted me to play along. It was all a show. Just for the hospital. Just for the humans. But when Dr. Franklin started floundering, unsure how to respond, Zane’s dark gaze fixed on her. He addressed her coolly, his voice sharp as a blade. "Are you aware of the donations my Blake family has contributed to this hospital?" Zane asked, his voice low and measured, like a predator sensing weakness.

“I sent eyes. Zara sent theatre. Learn the difference if you want to live next to him.” Zane’s hand found my wrist. Not tight. A count. One. Two. “You do not collect anything on this asphalt,” Zane said. “You want a table, you send a time that is not my fight night. You put a hand near that hospital again and I open every file I have left, including the ones with your stamp.” Harlan almost looked pleased. “There. The boy still has a spine. I was worried the fat girl had sat on it.” My palm itched. Zane’s fingers squeezed once. Not now.

To fuck her until she forgot her name and only remembered his name and his cock buried deep inside her. “Get me the girl,” Zane ordered, slamming the empty glass of Dr pepper he loved more than anything. The drink was a cold drink on a parched throat, licking sweetness from lips, crunching up ice cubes as he fixed his sharp eyes on his prize. He saw how women were busy trying to catch his attention.

The two were from the noble families of the kingdom of Borney, therefore in contention to mate the princess. Their families led the search for the missing princess. They instigated the love wars of the islands, and with suspicion they watched their backs to see who could betray the other between themselves. The other nobles had given up on her. Apparently, they accused her of letting down the traditions of the land when she needed to uphold them. They felt insulted for falling for the mysterious stranger instead of them. Princess Zuba was now in the strong arms of a werewolf stranger. “Hold on; come here”, said Jason, holding her tight. He bit her side neck with his fangs and hugged her a co

"I have to go. I'm sorry, something urgent came up. But listen to me good." "Zane is dangerous; more so than Adrian," Nathan said. "Things don't just happen in his favor because of coincidence. Think of how you never see the strings that a puppet master pulls until it's too late. We'll talk later, though. I have to—" Then the line went completely dead. The silence he left me in was so deafening that I wanted to scream. His words rang in the hollow, ornate space of the room. Nathan thought Zane was dangerous, and that things didn't happen out of coincidence when it came to him… Was he overreacting? Or was I truly getting myself into deeper waters than I could swim out of?

They might be separating but Jyn will never neglect her, especially now that she is pregnant. “Asper!” Kezia greeted me while raising her eyebrows at me. Beside her is her boyfriend, Ethan, who is trying to calm her. “Not now, Kezia.” I rolled my eyes at her and walked past her. When I got to the living room, I saw my other three siblings frowning their foreheads at me and I am sure, they were waiting for me to explain why I suddenly went to Yain city but I didn’t bother to even talk to them.

Summer’s POV When I wake up, I'm covered in sweat. Trying to untangle myself from a sheet that is wrapped around me. I only have a few more days left here at the Forest Green Pack. My final exams are coming up, and I need to return to school. I looked over and saw a sleeping, Zane. Do I sneak out again? Of course, I do. I really enjoyed my punishment. I managed to get showered, dressed, and brush my hair and teeth. He was completely still, not even stirring. He must be exhausted.

Cassandra said angrily "What the hell happened? what the fuck is that! why did the zombie attack us? I thought that place is secured what happened then? "Please came down. We don't know what happened, we don't know what attract those zombies, we spent four days in that camp and we did not sight any zombie because we clear them off before we camp there." Susan told Casandra. "Casandra can you just please came down! can you just shut up and let me focus on driving, can't you see that am driving?" Jane said.

I had not said a word about what had been happening these past few days. From the corner of my eye, I saw Zane drop onto the bar stool, leaning back with lazy ease, one hand reaching for a glass of warm water. His black T-shirt clung to him like a second skin. His hair was a little messy from Ash’s overly possessive hugs earlier, and somehow that made him look even more unreal. He sipped the water and lifted his brows at me. “Something going on?” “Why are you asking?” “Because you’re cooking with the intensity of someone prepping a last meal before World War Three.”