Zayn Age Novels & Stories

I called after him as he dashed out the door. Zayne was twenty-two years old, the same age as Dillon, and he was desperate to find his mate. I didn’t understand it but if it was that important to him, I hoped it would happen soon. I wouldn’t be able to find my own mate for another two years but I didn’t care. All I wanted was Dillon Kane, no mate bond required.

That afternoon, while Zayn was having lunch in a restaurant, he was scrolling through his phone with a smile on his face. He was on cloud nine because his theatrics that morning had become a heated topic within a few hours and a number of people were supporting his stance. [D*mn it. If I had that much money, I would’ve definitely made an even bigger show out of it. But…I don’t have that kind of money!!!] [He’s from a wealthy family with a net worth of millions of dollars. Plus, he’s so handsome… I can’t imagine how wonderful it would be to be the one he’s pursuing… I’m so jealous!]

Someday, Zayn will leave me after he turns eighteen. I'm happy to be his guardian, but why does my heart feel tight? I shake that assured condition and smile up at him. I reach to cup his face. "I know. I know you're not a boy anymore. Next month is your birthday. I've asked you what you want for five years, and you always give me the same answer. Since you are turning eighteen, is there a particular gift you want? I can get you anything you want?" For five years, Zayn has never asked me anything on his birthday. He would receive gifts from Sven, Prisca, and the others. Even I give him gifts, anything he likes. Zayn was thankful, but none of them ever made him truly happy.

After a short conversation , we decided to call it a night . New character introduction Zayn (Third in command) Age:- 25 years old Nationality:-Italian Alex (Lawyer ) Age:- 28 years old Nationality:- Italian Height :- 6'2 A/N:- So my lovely readers, do tell what to do you think about the story. Neglect any grammatical error . The other characters will be introduce in the chapter only. A big thankyou to all of the people who are liking my story 🤗💝 💙 Author

RIDING THE BAD BOY ZIVEN MADDOX (ML) - 32 YRS ZAYLA HOLLIS (FL) - 21 YRS ZAYLA The silence that followed after Zane's exit was thick and daring. I could feel Ziven's gaze on me, but I didn't dare return it. Unable to sit still anymore, I sat up, about to go to my room, kitchen, anywhere but here.

ZAYN I got closer, only to be met with a douchebag trying to force himself on a girl. I instantly saw red as she pleaded for him to let her go, a slight tremble in her voice but he didn't budge. “What part of let her go don't you fucking understand!” I rushed to him, throwing a punch right at his face to get him off her. He fell to the ground like a spineless piece of shit. I was expecting him to stand up and charge at me but he laid there on the ground like a pussy holding on to his broken nose.

"She's not going anywhere." Liam laughed then, a kind of bitter, sneering laugh, with no mirth leading into it. "You mean you really buy that? Kai, face it. you're old enough to have been her uncle. Zara is young and is full of life. Now, she's not going to settle down with some ancient guy like you. Not when she could have somebody of her own age who knows her and understands her, like me."

"Janine made mistakes, but she’ll have a hard time after falling into Zain’s hands." She had seen Zain before—buzz cut, wicked smile, and a dangerous aura. He didn’t look like someone easy to deal with. "How old is he?" Caleb thought for a moment. "Five years younger than Janine. Should be around 22. I don’t remember his exact age—I never paid attention." Whitney remembered that Janine was the same age as her. That meant Zain was only 22! For a moment, she was at a loss for words. "What’s on your mind?"

Zayn comments. Smiling as he remembers his past with his late wife, he says, "Morgana was born when I was only 18, but at the time, I was already a responsible young man. I started working early, at the age of 13; it was the best thing my father did for me. I became responsible during my adolescence, so I've been working in the stock market and fashion for thirty years now. My little princess also started early, she became a photographic model as a baby, and she didn't want to stop over time. My daughter doesn't depend on me for anything; she's been making her own money for many years. She never wanted to leave home; it's just the two of us," he pauses as they reach the table.

“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.