Zayn 1d Novels & Stories

He nodded strenuously and subconsciously began treating Zayn with even more respect and admiration! Zayn was the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp. He was so wealthy and he had a big shot like Mr. Hyde working for him. Beyond that, he had just shown what a skilled and powerful fighter he was, and all that at such a young age! Gordon had been involved in this business for so long and encountered so many people, yet it was his first time meeting someone like Zayn who defied all expectations. In his heart, Gordon had begun to idolize him.

Please shhhhh shhhh. Sara : who are you? What are you doing in my cupboard? Zayn : ahhh that's Ill tell you everything . Please be silent. Okay? Sara : who are you ? ( Panicking) Zayn : I'm Zayn. Sara : what you doing here? Zayn Zayn : I don't know too...what I know is whenever I fall in sleep , I visiting your room in my dream. Sara : what? Zayn : I know you don't believe but this is true.

just wrote what i felt like) it's kinda funny that i am 5'7 which is quiet tall for a girl but still i am like a tiny little compact object infront of Zayn. he must be atkeast 6'3 (yeah. i also have no clue about Zayn's height. )

I turned, my breath didn't just hitch, it vanished. Zayn was a vision of shimmering beauty. He was wearing a silver performance dress that was more of a suggestion than a garment with strips of silk and sequins held together by gossamer threads, designed for the high-wire acrobatics of the silks. He had hair extensions in tonight, long, vibrant red waves that cascaded down his back, adorned with silver rings. His makeup was ethereal, a dusting of silver over his eyelids that made those emerald eyes pop with a terrifying intensity.

Zayn had plain chocolate. “Would you like to tell me why?” Zayn gave me a small smile. “I really don’t want to lie to you anymore,” I confessed. “This Duazon thing is not about work. But it is personal and I am not ready to share it with you. When I am, I will.” I squeeze his hand gently.

Javier genuinely did not know what that was all about, so Jade gave him a quick rundown. Half a year ago, Zayn had been in a relationship with a girl. He then took a fancy to the girl’s little sister and forced himself on her. Later on, the little sister realized that she was pregnant and wanted to come clean to the girl, but Zayn turned around and accused the little sister of seducing him after he failed to stop her.

she mused, watching him carefully, “you should tell me now.” Zayn hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think for a moment before finally nodding. “As a kid,” he said casually, “This might be shocking for you to hear, but...I had an unhealthy obsession with Britney Spears and Alicia Keys.” Katherine blinked once before rolling her eyes. Zayn chuckled at her reaction, amusement flickering across his features as he stretched his legs slightly. Katherine let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Really, Zayn? This is the secret you choose to reveal?”

Zayn waved his hand listlessly and said, what could have happened to me? “Don't you hide things from me”. “There's nothing, am the man who's fought life in the underground boxing arena since I was ten years old, what could have happened to me?”Zayn pulled her am. He leaned against it and digressed the topic of conversation, “ I'll take a nap first, wake me up when we've arrived.”Seeing him falling asleep, his exhausted-looking made her heartache. Hayden sighed with grievance and tidied his collar with her other hand.

Enjoy! Smiling to herself, she watched the message go from sent to delivered. Eva wouldn't see it until she woke up an hour later, and that gave Liz enough time to be far away from any real in-person retribution from her friend. Liz scrolled through her phone in the parking lot, finding a podcast about voice acting. Hitting play, she buckled her seat belt and checked herself in the vanity mirror. Dark brown eyes looked back intensely. Eyebrows scrunched together as she noticed a stray hair poking out above her left eye. Liz reached in her center console for the tweasers and removed the unsightly thing. Tucking the instrument away, she took a sip of her mocha and sent her girlfriend a message

Three hours later, under cover of dark skies and heavier truths, Nirvana sat at the center of her room, eyes closed, heart steady. A projection screen had been set up by Darius’s assistant. On it, a flickering signal danced to life. Zayd. His face appeared, as sharp and cruelly beautiful as she remembered. One eyebrow raised as he leaned forward. "You’re supposed to be dead." "So are you," she said. He laughed. "I need your help." He didn’t blink. "To kill RAyNe?" "To destroy him. Killing would be too merciful." "My kind of woman."