Zayn 1d Novels & Stories

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

"They both have two distinct approaches. Could you see it as well? Zayn is more of motionless and quite silent but mysterious type, whereas Dylan is outgoing, talkative, and always sweet." "You're being valid because I caught sight of those too. So, which of the personality types you cited is more appealing or palatable to you?" She raised both brows twice. "As you know me, I am not so much in favor of sweet guys, but I do like how Dylan is caring for me because I feel cherished. Also, I'm not into silent guys who are slightly arrogant, but I'm intrigued by Zayn's mystery. I have the impression that he is concealing something about himself on the inside. It feels like he is designed to hide

and Jordan?" Zayn didn't want to talk with her. Zayn was accidentally bitten by the woman from earlier when he had gotten drunk while thinking of Giselle and mistook the woman for her. He tried to forcefully grab the woman into a hug, but she had bitten him to free herself from his grip. Danica was no longer as simple as when she had just stepped into the entertainment industry. The dirt in this industry tainted her thoroughly. "Why don't you touch me? Do you think I'm ugly or something?" Danica still roared in disregard of her image. "Have you ever cared about me these years when I worked hard in the entertainment industry? Why don't you marry me and just keep me by your side?" Zayn turned

“So, he speaks.” He rolls his eyes back to the arena. “Seventeen isn’t young for my family. Most of the males I’m related to in some way, shape, or form begin the transition around the age of fifteen or sixteen.” I watch him, taking in the way the relentless sunlight beats down on his eyes, which are a shockingly pretty greenish-blue. Maebelle is, unfortunately, correct in that Zayn is handsome. Very much so. Sharp jaw, regal, straight nose, high cheekbones. His dark brown hair has a slight curl to it that makes him look slightly boyish and unbothered, which is a breath of fresh air after spending years in the company of straight-laced guards and gelled-back hairstyles.

As for the menacing Zayn, his body turned into jelly and almost knelt down. This voice. How could it be this voice? Even if he turned into ashes, even if he died, he would never forget this voice. Because the owner of this voice was the source of his nightmares... “Zayn Lewis, you really are something, aren’t you? Did you just flirt with me?” Yvonne clenched her white teeth. The next second, she strode out with her long legs.

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“Mi è mancata la mia migliore amica.” Sienna blinked. “Okay… not bad. Still sounds like you swallowed a vowel, though.” I threw a pillow at her. “Stop it” She caught it midair. “And you’re blushing again.” “Stop saying that!” Just then, footsteps sounded again from the top of the stairs. Instinctively, I glanced up, just in time to see Zayne descending this time, his phone in one hand, the other shoved casually in his pocket. He looked…effortless, tattoos trailed from his neck down to his chest and arms, grey pants, hair slightly tousled as if he’d run his hand through it too many times.

"By the way, I'm at the main gate waiting for the door to open." Before I could finish talking, the gate opened and I slipped through it. I stood there for a while, watching the huge compound. The Blacks are one of the richest people in New York so it wasn't a surprise to see the kind of house they live in. I knew every corner of the building, I knew Mr. and Mrs. Black's room, I knew Stephanie's room but not Zayn's. He was the only one who I didn't know about his room. Zayn was notorious. At 18 he was already involved in keeping a bad gang around him, he smokes, and he fucked any girl he wants without even thinking about STDs. I mean, what if he contracted a dangerous disease during his rend

He hung up and slammed the door on his way because he is mad that his wife just up and left just because she saw his cousin calling him. Zayn didn't bother taking his car and immediately ran out of his house and to his uncle's where he saw nothing unusual. He saw a figure standing in the dark, anxiously looking at their phone and to the gates where he's standing. He moved to the figure and find out that the figure is no one other than Hidaya, he ran the remaining distance and stood in front of her. "Where is she?" He asked, looking around for his aunt and uncle but no one is out there with them.

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?