Zane Short Stories Novels & Stories

Summer said as she charged towards Ji'lahni. Zane heard everything the women were talking about, and it made him think about his grandson. “Zane, I don't know how you're back from the dead, but I’m telling you that you're making a big mistake. You will get one chance to leave and back the way you came.” Maka said half shifting. He looked at all the other men behind Zane recognizing each of them. The first man was the one who held Shawna prisoner and tried to sell and steal their pups. Rane was barely holding himself together, the need to kill the hunter strong within him. The next one was the vampire Gregor, he stood in the back silently. His was eyes scanning the deck and waiting for the pe

He squeezes me with something that could be reassurance, or a threat of strangulation. “Since you’ve had so much exposure to my good looks.” Carter and I burst out laughing, then stop when we notice Zane’s narrow-eyed stare. “Absolutely,” Carter says, recovering faster. “It’s a valid narrative choice. The scruff, I mean.” He scans Zane like he’s a vision board. “The story I’m picking up is that you are resourceful enough to survive forty days and forty nights in the desert by sucking the moisture out of a prickly pear. If it isn’t what you’re going for— only if it isn’t, may I recommend a haircut and a shave?”

The front door clicked shut behind them. The second they were gone, Ethan was on me. He practically carried me back upstairs to my room, kicking the door shut. In seconds he had me on the bed, legs spread wide open for him. My panties were drenched and yanked to the side. He stared down at my glistening pussy with hungry fascination, like a teacher inspecting his student’s progress. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick. “So pretty and desperate already. But you still haven’t squirted for me, have you, Zara?”

My heart pounded hard in my chest from the surprise, but underneath that, a rush of something hotter stirred, seeing him frozen like a deer in headlights, his cheeks flushing deep red under the dim porch light. I had been touching myself just moments ago, fingers buried deep between my thighs, chasing that building ache when I heard the faint rustle outside, and now here he was, the sexy nerd senior everyone whispered about, busted peeking on me. He stammered, backing up a step, his hands fumbling at his sides as if he could hide the bulge already straining against his jeans. “W-Warden Zara, I… I didn’t mean… please, don’t report me,” he begged, his voice cracking just a bit, those smart gla

Can you imagine Zane in economy class? I couldn't imagine that. After the call ended, my feelings became even more complicated. I went over to the window, only to see that Zane hadn't left. He stood motionless downstairs. I wondered what he was thinking. Maybe… he was thinking about the baby. The baby really was just an accident. Back then, Zane had drunk too much at a business event. And in the heat of the moment, he had removed the condom and whispered, "Cassidy, I want you to be completely mine."

She glances up as I shuffle in, her blonde curls a wild mess from sleep, and flashes that grin of hers. "Morning, zombie. You look like you pulled an all-nighter without inviting me." Jane Says. I manage a weak laugh, grabbing a mug and pouring myself some coffee just to have something to do with my hands—anything to dodge her eyes. "The bed's way too hard." I say wearily and she giggles. It's a joke, but my head's elsewhere, echoes of Christopher's touch clinging to me like a shadow I can't shake. Jane sets her phone aside, tilting her head with that sharp, knowing look she's had since we were kids.

Just as I arrived at the ride, I spotted Zane already there, a cocky ass smirk on his face. "Hey, how did you beat me?" I panted as I stopped in front of him. "I didn't become the best by simply watching, Little wolf. I know every shortcut and hidden corner in the Carnival. But, because I'm feeling so generous this evening, I declare that instead of border patrol, we just watch flicker and get lost in each other." "I-" My response was cut off as Zane's phone began to ring. He handed me a bear before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Zane stood up, offering me his hand. "Come on, let's go. It's just a short walk from here." I took his hand, my heart fluttering with anticipation. As we walked hand in hand, the lanterns lighting our path, I knew that this date with Zane was shaping up to be an unforgettable experience, a beautiful chapter in the story we were writing together. Zane led me down a gently winding path lined with softly glowing lanterns, the air rich with the scent of blooming flowers and ripening grapes. The vineyard at night was a sight to behold, transforming into an enchanting wonderland under the starlit sky.

Not only was he a playboy, but he was also a madman. Zane had been a loner since his childhood. When he was in elementary school, he killed a kindergarten class rabbit that the children were supposed to study. He stuffed the disemboweled rabbit into the schoolbag of a little girl. In high school, he got into an argument with someone while playing basketball. He promptly pushed the person down the stairs during self-study class that evening, and the person suffered serious injuries. All these years, from extreme sports and drag racing to physical fights, Zane kept having all sorts of ridiculous episodes. Since his family would always take care of the consequences, he was reckless enough to do

Chapter 1 Zoe’s POV. It’s midday and the house is dead quiet, just me buzzing like a live wire on the couch in nothing but this thin tank top and my soaked panties, my heart slamming from all those filthy texts I sent my stepdad about some masked intruder breaking in and ruining me. My pussy is already throbbing and leaking just thinking about it, nipples stiff and rubbing against the fabric every time I shift my ass on the cushions, when a loud crash explodes from the back door like glass shattering everywhere.