Zane X Travis Novels & Stories

Now, Mason just wanted to deck him. "Mason. Come here." Travis thumbed toward the door. Mason held Zain's stare a moment longer. Zain didn't get it. He couldn't understand what it was like to have his heart ripped out like this. Zain never dated-he might as well be asexual the way he obsessed about his job. If Hannah got hurt-or worse-Mason would add Zain's name to the list of people to pay. "Mason." Travis snapped. "Coming." Mason turned and stalked out of the room, following Travis into the hallway.

I didn't quite know who was on the screen, so I waited. After taking two bites and a sip of juice, he sighed with contentment and adjusted on the sofa to begin. "First, let's start with the family itself. You already know Zayne's parents and siblings… did you know that Zayne's sister is Zillah?" Tristan gushed. "She's a singer!"

The woman hissed and slapped Kielton's arm. I blushed slightly at her comment. He rolled his eyes at her and took my hand on his. "Love, they're my parents and sister," He smiled at me, then turned back to them. "Mama, Papa, and Kierra, this is my mate. Xanthe." "Hello. Nice to meet you..." I shyly waved and tucked a strand that fell out, behind my ear. "Oh, sweetie! You are so adorable!" His mom gushed out and hugged me rather tightly.

“You’ve got to be the most monogamous non-monogamous guy in existence.” “Maybe,” Trey conceded, amused. He went on more seriously, aware the topic was sensitive. “Are you ready for this, Zane? Not to sound arrogant, but whether we cross swords or brush hands or what have you, she’s going to see you want me. You’re going to expose what you think of as your gay side.” Zane’s smirk faded—and not simply because he was concentrating on merging onto the highway. “Why don’t we cross that bridge when we come to it?”

Zane chuckles, then smooths my hair back. "I want to treat you for being honest with me," he tells me. I blush as I look at Reaper. If he is listening to us, he makes no sign of it. "Alright, baby girl, I want you to eat your snack and relax now, okay? I want to have a small chat with Reaper," he says. Zane nods at Reaper, he sets me back on the chair, grabs the side of my head, and kisses me blindly. "Behave while I talk to him," he says easily.

We were going to perform ‘Senorita by Shawn Medes and Camilla Cabello’ and I was sweating profusely as we drove through the Ark Town and headed towards New Bryxton Town for the competition. I lied to my brothers as I told them that I will be with Tessa for the entire day as well have to work on a school project, when in reality here I am with Zane, driving in his posh car which feels so cool to drive in. No wonder not only girls but also boys fall at his feet, this car is his impression of superiority. Wearing his Ray Bans and looking as confident and handsome as ever, he drove the car smoothly, with just using one palm. The other one was resting next to my thigh and I wished he’d put it on

She paused then heaved profoundly, “NO... I know Bridget would be better off without the Millers.” He smirked then held her shoulder. “I’m tired Hannah.” He clamored. “Stop talking nonsense and tell that boyfriend of yours to back away.” He accused. She frowned. "What?" She uttered. She is tired of explaining who Zane is. Xander took her silence as accepting defeat. "As I said, stay here. I don't want anyone seeing you like that. They might say I'm abusing you." He clamored. She scoffed, "Of course, all he thinks of is himself and what others would think about him." She mumbled under her breath.

I thought, “he’ll expect me to cover for him too. This is his training.” And speaking of them… Around the training grounds the next morning, Zane raised his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “If I see one more pile of paperwork dumped on my desk, I swear I’ll burn the whole damn office!” The warriors roared with laughter. Travis, distracted by his own duties, tripped mid-drill and landed flat on his back. There was more laughter. Nate, the only one who didn’t complain, muttered under his breath as he corrected their mistakes.

He introduced himself and offered her a handshake which she took. Jade paused, she knows that name. She'd heard it before. “I wish we met sooner.” He continued. “I've been dying to meet you.” “Why?” Zane admired her beauty. “Let's just say I like taking what doesn't belong to me.” He smiled and let go of her hand. “What do you want?” Jade asked. “Xavier's head.” He stated. Jade looked at him, lifting her chin with a smirk. Zane was a physically built man and also had tattoos just like Xavier although he was bigger than her husband.

The bodyguard beside Xander stepped forward. "Mr. Zane isn't someone you can afford to mess with." Steven laughed like it was a joke. "Mr. Zane? Don't tell me you're actually trying to say HE'S Xander Zane." Xander didn't flinch. "I am Xander Zane." The entire hallway—and the livestream—froze. Everyone knew the story. Xander Zane had been in a coma for years. No way he could be standing here, looking like a whole damn storm.