Zayn 1d Novels & Stories

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

I heard Eric say from the other side and I heard another chuckle coming from the entrance. My head snapped in that direction to see Zayn standing there dressed in a Black T-shirt that clung to his body like a second skin, accentuating his biceps and abs. He paired it up with gray sweatpants that matched the color of his eyes. His long black hair was gathered together and tied as a bun on top of his head. In one word, he looked so gorgeous! Dahlia also purred in excitement as she watched him approach us. "El, you accept to be our Luna?" He asked, hope shining in his eyes as he sat beside Zayden and gestured for me to come over. I climbed down from Zayden's arms and climbed into Zayn's arms as

Zayn howled loudly and his fingers thickened into claws, his form grew causing cracks in his clothing and his red luminous eyes were now visible. He pulled away quickly into the field and the men followed after him. Quickly he made a sharp turn confusing them but one wasn't as he plugged towards him, just what he wanted. Zayn dodged his attack and direct a punch straight to his throat damaging his vocal. He gagged painfully dropping to his feet and Zayn took off as the other returned for him.

His voice was firm, clipped. "What do you mean it cannot be sold?" The receptionist flinched at his tone. Zayn, however, raised his hand slightly, signaling Day to step back. His gaze never left the trembling woman. "It’s fine," Zayn said evenly. He pulled out his phone with unhurried grace and dialed a number. His fingers tapped only once before the line connected. Lucien sat up straighter. He watched Zayn’s expression as he spoke in a low voice—so low Lucien couldn’t catch the words. The call ended in less than ten seconds.

My head snaps to the back door as it opens; Kia at the ready to attack the invader. Relief washes over me when Zander steps through the door. With his beautiful naked body fully displayed in front of me, I suddenly find it much harder to breathe. My eyes travel over his magnificent body of their own accord … over his shoulders, his chest, and six-pack abs, his cock springing to life. I can feel the blush forming on my cheeks as I sneak a look.

Like all those years I relentlessly thought of him meant nothing. Above all, was Declan's stature and frame. My goodness, just seeing Declan shirtless could make any woman's system go haywire. He was not exceptionally muscular with just about 8 pack abs or 16cm biceps. Perhaps it was just the way he carried himself, his charisma, his whole attitude has always been attractive to me. Like him or hate him, Declan Denning was a very charming man.

Zayn Crawford stood in his office and he stared out through the glass wall, his office being on the highest floor gave him an outstanding view of the city. With his hands in his pocket, he felt himself relax in the silence of the room, until it was suddenly disrupted by the ringing sound of his phone. He moved closer and peered down at the screen that revealed the name 'The devil herself'.

I call out. I had chosen, Give me more, by Doja cat, Big Boy by SZA and finally Work Song by Hozier. Crazy three songs but I love them. Zane didn't know all the words in Doja Cat's music, but I knew and I kept singing, while he just hummed and grunt beside me, but not stopping. On the third music, I was so invested in the lyrics and since it was a slow song, Zane and I had found our bodies closer to the other.

As the city center had invited all the big names in Star Entertainment, Zayn would naturally be included. There was a sudden smell of gunpowder in the air. Due to the previous incident, Zayn had become instinctively terrified of Tyr. However, this time, things were different. With Star Entertainment’s prominent figure, Skyler Yaleman, and Zayn’s biological older sister, Maeve Lee, here, the boy could stand taller. That’s right. This Zayn Lee was the biological younger brother of Maeve Lee. Both of them were A-list artistes!

And the irony of the situation was not lost on them. Opportunity which Tyson exploited to brag that he had a girl on her way to join them. “Glad I didn’t rely on Casanova here to bring girls,” he told us. Zayn who was sitting on the bench between Malik and Darren seemed to be the quiet one of the three. He had red hair shaved on both sides of his face, and long and styled at the top, with an equally red two inches beard, a white button-down and black slacks. He looked like a mix between elegance and bad-boy, with obvious tattoos on his arms, visible by his rolled-up sleeves.