Zane Short Stories Novels & Stories

Zane uttered, pouting his little mouth in anger. Zara sighs, crouching down to his size as she looks at the little boy who has a striking resemblance to her__Zane didn't take after his father. Instead, he looked like Zara, although his eyes were different. And unlike Zara's honey brown eyes, Zane had Sapphire blue eyes like his father. "Zane, you have to stay away from the bad man and woman(King Luther and Myla) or they'd hurt you. Please, Zane, listen to your mother," Zara pleaded.

His scent—smoke and winter—filled the air, choking space that was already too small. “You look calm,” he said. “Almost hopeful.” My heart stuttered. Hope was something he hunted for sport. He circled me slowly, like a wolf deciding which part to tear first. “I thought you should see something,” Zane said, pulling a folded sheet of paper from his coat. He waved it lightly. “News travels fast when truth is hungry.” He placed the paper on the bed beside me. Not close enough to grab. Close enough to hurt. I didn’t move.

"You snore like half the time, and are we still stuck on this whole cheese thing? Shit, I'd hate to see your expression once I tell you I used to be afraid of Giraffes." "WHAT?" I yelled. "They're God's most gentle creatures and one of the few animals that doesn't terrify me!" "Nothing should have a neck that long. Also, I don't buy this whole belief that they only eat plants." Zane shuddered. "Have you seen the size of their tongues?" "Hmm." "What?" He tugged me closer to him. "Nothing, you're just a lot weirder than I thought." "Says the girl who's afraid of antelope." His chuckle was warm against my neck, and then he sighed. "Tell me that despite all my weird quirks you'll still be waitin

Zane was so scared that his body became tense all of a sudden. He thought that he had been discovered by Nikolai, so he quickly tried to find excuses. At the same time, he heard some soft cries. ....... ..... ........ Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

What was the point in having survived so much if she didn’t move forward? “I’d like to stay with you,” she confessed shyly. He smiled, hands sliding from her cheeks to her shoulders. “Good,” he said. “I’ll give you the dime tour of our suite.” ~ Zane hadn’t gone inside after he left the garage. His feelings were too intense, and he’d needed air. He’d strode stiff-legged and stiff-cocked to their lagoon, a small manmade lake he and Trey sometimes rowed out on. The reeds at the edge were tall, the water wavery with moonlight. Zane calmed a bit as he stared at it.

He howled against the dark starless night as bats flew across the pine forest. ’You know what, little boy? You should get a woman to come here with you. Entice her to follow you and maybe—this time around—we could have some fun. The fun that had been eluded and elusive to you since you’re besotted with that good-for-nothing Ultima,’ Zane purred, enticing Zack to follow through with the plan that might.

Dawn turns with a huge grin on her face, throws her arms around my neck, and tries to crush the life out of me with a hug. “Hey, did I hear someone out here hitting on my woman?” Zane says as he jumps out the back of the truck. “What do you mean your woman? She’s mine, and you know it. You’re just filler for when I’m not around.” Zane laughs as he pulls me out of Dawn’s arms to give me a hug. “How have you been, Shorty?”

“The loser submits. They become the winner’s… student. For one private lesson. They will listen, and they will obey, without question. They will accept the discipline for their professional failures.” The smirk returned, wider, darker. He understood the subtext she was weaving, the humiliation she intended to inflict. And it intrigued him. “A lesson in discipline? Oh, little doctor, you have no idea what you’re asking for. But I accept.” The duel was swift and brutal. Ronan presented a captured, writhing shadow-mite, its psychic scream causing the vials to hum. Zara, with precise, surgical calm, constructed a frequency emitter from spare parts, silencing it. She didn’t even break a sweat.

Zane's cock did this to me. "Oh Daddy," I mouth out as I crawl p of Zane's hard chest. His paw hands grab me, squeezing me into his chest tightly, holding me like he wouldn't let go if anything happen. "I am never going down hard on you again," Zane says his chest rising and falling as he pulls out breathes. I frown. "How long was I out?" I question. "About five minutes. That is enough to make me believe I killed you, if not for your heavy panting, I would have been convinced enough to call the ambulance," Zane shoots out.

Zane's arms hiked it up, exposing a portion of my waist, which he delicately brushed with his fingers, as though trying to memorize my form. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his skin against mine. In here, we were alone, and nothing else mattered. Not the Tribe, not the enemies waiting to take advantage of his vulnerability. Not Jace and his foiled revenge. Just us. “For a very long time, I did all I could to just survive. I never allowed myself to think too far into the future because . . . What if I died along the way? I'd even resigned to my fate.” He chuckled. “I think the Moon Goddess really does have a sense of humor.”