Zayn Age Novels & Stories

, He turned to Amina. “What's with you men and asking a lady her age?”, She sassed. “She looks fourteen though. So now you obey fourteen year olds. Willie have you gone soft?”, Zayn cackled. “I am twenty!”, Amina yelled from the back. “I wish you told me this earlier, now my mind is convinced that you are fourteen and nothing can be done to change it”, Zayn cooed at an offended Amina. “Ughh!”, She groaned exasperatedly.

They are only limited to a desk. Mr. Zayn ws in his forties and looked slim. His jet black hair was neatly combed and shiny. "Is there anything I can help?" he said while adjusting his glasses.

"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

"Umm, nothing... I... just..." "Do not run in the forest like this. Youa re fully aware of your health." Zayn walked towards her and patted her cheek gently while Zoe nodded as she smiled. "I know. I was just collecting some rocks." Zayn gave a nod to her. He adopted her fifteen years ago when she was 6 years old. She was sitting under a tree while crying silently. Zayn picked the little girl and brought her to his house and since then everyone knew that she was his daughter.

It’s been five years since the tragic accident, Harden sat on his balcony cushion, and his wheelchair is always by his side. His mother refused he stepped down for his cousin to care for the company so he worked from home. While looking through some documents, two faint sounds of laughter coming from his room door became louder as the twin rushed toward their father giggling. They are five years and some months old. Zayn has fully turned into his father look alike, Zia's red and black hair has grown so long and curly with the red hair becoming more visible than the black hair.

Zayn was sitting in front of the camera in blue and white plaid pajamas. The reporter asked him, “You’re now only in your early twenties. Although the scandal previously was cleared up and the company had proclaimed that you are single, can you tell us more about the type of girl that you like?” “I think it isn’t a type. I have a crush on someone.” “Is it?” The reporter asked in an excited tone, “Who is she? Is she someone inside the entertainment industry?” “Nope. She’s an outsider. She adopted me when I was young.”

Main leads: . Zayn is a son of Steven Aurora (who owning by famous Aurora industries , Malls , college and schools) in England and future heir of Aurora group. He also 3rd young richest son in the world. Zayn is basically famous car Racer and idol of youngsters too.

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. )

He joked, "Shut up,," she playfully slapped his lap, "But it is true. Being rich makes you kind of a celebrity and your life is never so private. But with me? You know my lifestyle. And plus, I wouldn't want a situation where the people who put taps on me should pick on you." "Why would they pick on me? Am I the first sugar baby on earth?" "Do you know how old I am?" "Forty?" "Fifty three," "What?" "Are putting doubts on this relationship now?"

Cyril added, and honestly he was just dropping bomb after bomb. The room tilted and I wasn’t sure I could handle any more. “Heir? Zayne is only sixteen.” “Legally, he’s eighteen now,” Cyril interrupted gently. “I know this is messed up, Raine and it’s also not how I would’ve handled it, but it’s already done.” I pressed my lips together, swallowing all the angry words sitting on the tip of my tongue. Zayne wasn’t a baby, but that didn’t mean he got to throw himself into things like this without speaking to his father first. Still…a part of me understood.