Zane Short Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Vaani started, but she was promptly interrupted when Zane cupped her face with the most exaggerated, pitiful expression. "Oh, my sweet summer child," he whispered in a sympathetic tone, his eyes full of too much pity. "That bastard played you." "Played me?" Vaani blinked at him, clearly not following. "What do you mean?" "Of course, he played you!" Zane patted her head. "This isn’t new! That’s what men tend to do. They tell you they love you, just to get into your... skirts," he added, rolling his eyes. "And then the next morning? Poof, they disappear." He shook his head. "Trust me, I wasn’t expecting Yeonho to be that kind of guy."

“Do you miss her?” Zane hesitated. “Sometimes I miss the version of me I was with her. But not the noise. Not the part where everything had to be perfect on the outside while we fell apart inside.” That honesty? It startled her. For once, Zane wasn’t hiding behind clever comments or cool confidence. He looked tired. Like someone who had built walls, only to find himself trapped behind them. “Why are you telling me this?” she asked quietly. Zane leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Because I don’t want you to think you’re alone. What they did to you? The picture. The slush. That wasn’t about you. That was about them. Their need for drama. Their boredom.”

Omar looked at her face The moon was glimmered its luminous on her face while her nose pin shines through it, Her white teeth biting her bottom lip while her hair was softly flowing with breeze Omar didn't realize when he started leaning towards her, feelings his closeness to her, Hana fisted his shirt, her heart jumping in hr chest. "Hana!" When their lips was inches apart, Omar called her, to ask for permission. Hana hold onto his arm tightly, not having strength to open her eyes or nod her head. Two budding flowers in lawn faced each other as moon hide itself behind clouds to spread darkness. The End

In the past, Zane had been blind—she had memorized his features but never experienced him seeing her. Today, their eyes had met. But she reminded herself—it had been nothing. Just a cold, blank stare for a stranger. Because in reality, he couldn’t have recognized her. Zane didn’t know what Jay looked like. — “I want the information on that mother and child within thirty minutes,” Zane instructed Ryan as soon as the elevator doors closed. Ryan was surprised at the sudden command. When he looked at his boss, he was taken aback by the rare flicker of emotion on his face.

"It won’t happen again." Zane moved so fast I didn’t have time to react. He grabbed me from behind, one strong arm wrapping around my waist while his other hand slipped under my skirt, cupping my bare pussy roughly. I wasn’t wearing panties. I had been too sensitive and wet this morning to bother. "Big words for a girl whose cunt is already dripping down my fingers again," he growled into my ear, sliding two thick fingers through my soaked folds. "You’re soaked, Raven. Your greedy little pussy is weeping for your bully stepbrother."

And when the lights went dark, Zane was gone. --- Aurora fell to her knees in the rain, the city roaring around her. Somewhere in the chaos, a new truth had been born — one she wasn’t ready to face. Zane hadn’t just been lost to his secrets. He’d been taken by them. ---

How inappropriate! Through the thin material of his shorts, he’s fully visible. My first mistake, my brain betraying me. In the creepiest way possible, i gawk like a deer dazed by light. My mind snaps back to Luca. Our nights spent together, the heat, the danger and the way he possesses me. I don’t realize that I’m staring a bit too much, trapped in the memories. Zane sees me gawking. His smirk goes wide, full of ego. He thinks he’s got me. He thinks I’m looking at him. He doesn't know I’m looking through him, seeing the ghost of the man who ravages me night after night.

I was folding one of Zane’s sweaters when the bedroom door suddenly opened. “Mama?” I froze instantly. Zane stood there in his little pajamas, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Then his face changed when he saw me crying. “Mama… why are you sad?” My heart cracked immediately. I turned away quickly, wiping my cheeks. “I’m not sad, baby.” He frowned. “But you’re crying.” “Something entered my eye,” I lied weakly. “And I’m just arranging clothes.” Zane looked at the bag on the bed. Even at his age, he was smart enough to know something wasn’t right. “Are we going somewhere?” he asked softly.

Zane let out a soft chuckle, that also did funny things to my insides… Damn this man! Suddenly, Zane shifted, trailing kisses down my body. His hands gripping the hem of my jean shorts, ripping them. I didn’t fully register his intentions until I felt a short sting of pain and cool air against my bare skin. Fuck! He’d ripped them off me, leaving me exposed.

I said, trying to ease off his worry. He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off. “What exactly are you worried about?” I needed to know. I'd never seen Zane look so distressed before. “I think someone's going to die.” My eyes widened as soon as I heard his words. “I know this sounds cliche and all, but I've been having this strange nightmare. I saw a corpse full of blood, but I can't seem to detect who it is. Before I get to see the person's face, I'd abrubtly wake up from the dream.”