Zane Short Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Death lurking just around me. Suddenly, the door creaked open, expecting another blow. Instead, Zane sauntered in. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes looked cold, as it locked onto mine. He dragged a rickety wooden chair across the room, its legs scraping against the concrete ground, and sat down in front of me, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely. And then a faint smirk played on his lips, as if he were savoring the sight of me broken and bleeding.

Chapter 11 Attack WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Walking deeper into the forest, Zane arrived at her hidden cottage. Feeling a little tired physically and emotionally, she decided to rest inside. Lying down the wooden bed, Zane came up with a reckless idea. Frustratedly pulling her hair while groaning in annoyance.

Zane was a force that unexpectedly came into my life, turning it upside down. Zane taking me away was the radical force that woke me up. He saw into my core, into my soul, and woke me from the numb, cold sleep I had put myself in to survive. I didn’t even know that I was without certain things till he came into my life. Zane is the only person to love me in this world. I don’t believe my own parents loved me, making me wonder if I was worthy of love. Then Zane came along and showed me my worth.

Zane smiled and said,"That's the last thing I consider you to be" Zane went up to his room and lied down on his bed. It was comfortable but Zane didn't like it. He hadn't slept in a bed for so long. He got down from the bed and lied down on the cold ground and felt more at home. He closed his eyes and a drop of year trickled down his face and then he started crying and put his hand up to his mouth so that no one could hear him. He wasn't crying because he had so many bruises over his body or that he had gotten beaten up and ill-treated for so long in other dimensions, he was crying because he had suffered too much loss, too much pain and too much anguish. It was more than any person should h

What could I offer him, a human female who could only bring sorrow to his house? Afterward, Zane and I made love for the morning, which was everything except perfunctory, and thus we were running late, I tried to describe my dream, but Zane, who was so distracted I knew he wasn’t really listening, and he told me to consult the local Luna. Then he kissed me again, and I felt the heat of his body against mine. All right, I thought at the time, once but no more. “I often have hunting dreams,” Zane said while we were sipping our coffee after the girls had gone to the playroom with Dr. Hayes. The PPE was over, but they had first level in few weeks.

I was on the verge of drifting off when the door creaked open again, and Zane entered, carrying a plate of steaming hot beef and broccoli. He set it down beside the bed and helped me sit up, his touch strangely gentle. “This is the only dish I know how to make,” he joked, his voice light. “Back in high school, I lost a bet and was dared to cook one dish perfectly. I chose this one because it’s so easy to make.” I listened to his rambling with detached disinterest, my mind focused on one thing: getting away from him. I didn’t care about his stories or his jokes. I just wanted to be free, to be safe, to be with Rion.

he let out what Zane perceived to be a nervous chuckle. He took his time drying his hands, not once taking my eyes off him through the mirror. Zane didn’t say a word. Silence always packs a harder punch and he was willing to wait. When he finally watched him lower his eyes in the mirror, he said it as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world: “You’ll forget what you heard today.” He shifted on his feet. Zane could sense him gearing up to rebel. “You know how this business works, Mr. Zane. A story like that…” He tapped the notebook lightly. “Could make quite the splash.”

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Aunt and uncle nodded and aunt said "Fair enough, Kamil is right for once. come on zane what are you waiting for. she is your wife she won't hit you." Zane was hesitant for a moment but then he kissed my cheek and everyone applauded, He left right after that. After brunch my mom,aunt and I left for shopping again,this time it was a jewelry shop They bought so many jewelry pieces for me. They wanted to do more shopping but I really had to go back home and continue with my laptop as I have to work the next day. I just had fruits and kept on working until I finished for the day. ThankGod I was done I just had to get its print outs. I was so tired that I closed my eyes for just two minutes and s

Zane and Thane yanked me up and placed me on Axel’s back as there was no bed, my boobs crushed against his bones. I looked back at Zane and caught him staring, his eyes fixed on me. I didn't know why he was starring. “Isn't this what you asked for?" He spoke with a smirk. I shook my head, biting one side of my lips. Zane peeled down my shorts and spank my ass, sending jolts of current through me. I wasn't wearing underwears, I had forgotten it at the old man's house when rushing to put my clothes back on.