Zane Short Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Noah Callahan was nineteen and still believed love happened the way it did in the books he read in secret. He lived in a small apartment above his aunt’s bakery in a quiet coastal town two hours from the city. His parents had died when he was twelve; since then it had been just him, and Aunt Mara, flour-dusted mornings, and the soft click of the register. He worked the counter, delivered bread to local cafés, studied online for a literature degree he wasn’t sure he’d ever finish.

CHAPTER 27 WINERY WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! “Does he have a name?” Zane asked while staring at the child, her heart pumped so fast as she thought of her child, unconsciously, Zane caressed her empty stomach and her eyes clouded with tears.

​Zane reached up and wiped a stray tear of his own, wondering if one year in the same house would be enough to heal them or if it would finally finish them off for good. . . . To be continued..

Zane. His neighbor from across the hall. Thirty-one years old, tall and built like someone who lifted heavy weights every day. Zane had dark tattoos covering both arms and part of his chest. He worked night shifts and always looked tired and pissed off. Right now he wore only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His broad chest was bare and his jaw was tight with anger. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," Zane said. His deep voice cut through the leftover noise. "It is two in the morning. Some of us actually sleep."

The tall and dashing man walked straight with his gaze focused on Yesran. Yesran felt the pheromone fill her nose. She widened her eyes. "You... the new kid?" "Zane," said Zane as he climbed the bed, crawling and cradling Yesran under him. "Call me Zane." Yesran speechless. She couldn't say anything, Zane's deep and heavy voice made Yesran lose the ability to reply. Instead of replying, raising her hand to keep the man away from her body, Yesran seemed unable.

He asks while pulling down his pants. "I don't know. Let's ask my friend Zara." While they look at me in confusion, I quickly shift into my gorilla. Zara roars in the man's face, and I squeal with laughter when I see the urine running down his leg. The other men are too frozen to move. Zara reaches out, grabs the man's penis, and rips it off, throwing it into the water. Now, there is blood mixed with the urine. He falls to the ground, and Zara picks him up by the neck and snaps it like a twig before throwing him overboard with his penis.

Well, that went well, not that I ever expected anything different this mountain of a man has so much love to give, and even though baby number three was a complete surprise, I still have visions of a possible baby number four or five. Zane comes from a big family and is happiest when surrounded by his children, nieces and nephews, and the ever-growing children of the Swift family. He is just amazing, My big cuddly teddy bear! Authors note I am so sad this story has come to an end. It's been an emotional one for me after losing my Mum, my biggest fan, I found it so hard to get my head back into writing, but I made a vow to finish this for her and today I did.

Nearer. Someone crashed into the wall outside my room. Another volley of gunfire erupted. Then— Silence. Footsteps. Slow. Purposeful. Approaching my door. I backed away instinctively. The handle turned. Once. Twice. Then— A powerful kick splintered the lock. The door flew inward. Smoke drifted into the room. For one terrifying heartbeat, I couldn't see who stood there. Then the haze cleared. Zane. His eyes found mine immediately. Everything else seemed to disappear.

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.

I want to tell you details of the guys I've ever loved and the ones that loved me, including my childhood crushes. I don't find it embarrassing to do this, because one day I'll love you to have this book. I was barely 9 years old when a boy first admired me... As Owen read through, no words could best express his bewilderment. This...this...this is Zoriana's diary! It obviously was not meant for anyone else to see but for the man she'd marry! What's Liam doing with a personal property of Zori's? Fine, they're dating but they aren't married yet, are they?