Zane Short Stories Novels & Stories

“I was just asking questions—” “No,” Zane snaps. “You were running your mouth.” A few wolves shift uncomfortably. Even I’m a little surprised. But Zane doesn’t care. “You want stories?” he continues. “Go read them. You want gossip? Whisper it somewhere else. But the next time I hear you talk about her like that...” He steps closer, and the omega pales. “I—I didn’t mean—” “Apologize,” Zane cuts in. The omega hesitates.

* A New Collection The late afternoon sun bled gold across the African savanna, turning the tall grass into a sea of fire. I gripped the edge of the open-top jeep, my thighs sticky with sweat under my thin khaki skirt. We’d been bouncing along these dirt tracks for hours now, and we'd already see lions lazing in the shade, a massive bull elephant flapping his ears and isolated, zebras scattering at our approach. Every jolt of the jeep had pressed the hard seat right against my clit, and I was soaked 'n dripping.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

Solano's junior was a meaty giant and she just could not wait to feel it in its full glory inside her. "You want it?" "Yes," "Yes?" "Yes daddy please!" "Call me the name first," Solano brought his face inches from hers, positioning himself at her entrance but also making sure his weight wasn't all on her, "say it my little lady," he placed his tip at her entrance, intensifying everything she was already feeling, "I want you, please, Zaddy." .....................................

I picked up my glass as he continued his speech. “Cheers to friendship, to a good life, to love, and to a stable life after graduation.” We all cheered as we clinked our glasses together. I smiled looking at everyone at the table, they were my first ever friends I met in college, safe to say I literally did life with them. Zina interrupted my line of thought as she tapped me consistently. “What is the problem, Zee?” I whispered to her, but she wasn't looking at me. She pointed at the window.

I stuttered that one word out. In my head, I screamed out for him to kiss me, to hold me, to tell me he loved me over and over again. But I couldn’t find the words. Mark moved his thumb along my skin in slow, gentle sweeps. “I’m a virgin, Zainab. No other woman ever interested me. No other woman has ever been able to hold a candle to you.” “To know you’re mine, that you want me too….” His big body shuddered. Is this really happening?

I returned to the villa and packed up everything related to Zane. Precious jewelry, luxury goods, stuffed animals, and photos of us as a couple—I burned them all. But when I saw a glass bottle, I paused. Inside was a letter Zane had written when he was 17. It was his wish for the future. I had read it many times before. But today, as I held the thin piece of paper in my hands, I still couldn't help unfurling and reading it one last time.

He wants to find happiness, and focusing on those kinds of situations will cause nothing but terrible grief in his heart. However, things continue to happen, and both continue to notice the presence of that strange stalker who watches over them. That afternoon Diane is drinking water looking out the window at the panorama that is presented to her. Still, things got out of control when she sees Sarah looking at her in the distance. She was jogging calmly while their eyes crossed. Diane drops the glass of water in surprise, and when one of the pieces breaks on her foot, she gets hurt.

Jack waved at me with a big smile and pulled out a chair for me. Zane was at the counter, pouring himself more coffee. Our eyes met for a brief second. He gave me a small nod, like nothing had happened. But something in his expression felt... off. I sat down and tried to eat, but my appetite was gone. After breakfast, as people started clearing plates, Zane walked past me toward the hallway. He paused for a second and murmured under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “Some things are better left as dreams, don’t you think?”

“This is gonna suck.” “It will if you keep acting like a baby. Now sit up and start reading.” We spent the next hour going over the material. Zane was actually pretty smart when he bothered to pay attention, but his attention span was about as long as that of a goldfish. Every five minutes, he would get distracted by something—a cute girl walking past, a noise from outside, even his own shoelaces at one point. “Zane, focus,” I said for what felt like the hundredth time.