Zayn Book Novels & Stories

I guess not talking to him for the past week and pretending that he didn’t exist was like therapy; a form of medicine that is helping me to let him go. The door opens and Zayn walks in. He has a present wrapped with pink wrapping paper in his hand. It is not quite big enough to be carried with two hands and I can not imagine what is inside. “You have been in here for a while now. If you don’t start leaving, you might be late,” Zayn informs me of what I already know. “And by the way, you look lovely.” He plants a kiss on my cheek when he is near me.

" Meanwhile, Zayn was rescued from the fire by firefighters. His body was badly burned and barely recognizable. Watching him lie there, barely clinging to life, I felt an odd sense of satisfaction. What could be worse than nearly being burned alive by your so-called childhood sweetheart? Zayn weakly opened his mouth. His voice was barely audible. "Evelyn, I regret everything. If only I hadn’t kept talking about you back then, none of this would’ve happened. It’s all my fault..." I’d waited for so long for Zayn to apologize, to fix things, and to make our life better. But he never listened and never cared as if I were invisible. Now, it was too late. I crossed my arms and gave him a faint smi

“The girl is a non-entity. A temporary distraction Zayn picked up to irritate us. Focus on the frozen assets. That’s where the leverage is.” “Shut up,” I mutter, not looking at her. “You're distracting me.” She’s walking around in circles over the monster pacing inside the cage of my mind. If she touches the cage, she unleashes it. My eyes are fixed on a file detailing Jade's medical records. “You don't get it. Zayn doesn't do anything by accident. He doesn't marry a street rat unless there’s a blade hidden in her skirt. I want to find that blade. I want to snap it.”

I slipped into a soft white robe that barely reached my thighs and left my hair loose and damp around my shoulders. Then I opened the connecting door between our rooms. Zade’s room was dimly lit, just one lamp on beside the bed. He was lying back against the pillows, shirtless, reading a book. The sheets were pulled low on his hips, and the sight of his bare chest and the strong lines of his stomach made my mouth go dry. He looked up when he heard the door, and his face broke into a slow, easy smile that reached his eyes. “Hey, baby,” he said, setting the book aside on the nightstand.

ZAYLA Zane was fire and sin tangled together, the type that didn't just burn, it consumed. His mouth, his hands, the way he touched me set my entire nerves alight. It burned me till I was nothing but an erupting volcano, yet needing him even more. I was too far gone. So deep and drowning in the heat and want, until a sudden knock came at the door. The sound cut through us like a blade and then, reality slammed back into place. His brothers were right outside that door.

Zayn stood at the bustling entrance, radiating excitement, his body trembling with anticipation. It was a supermarket! Since his rise to fame, he had never set foot in one. Now, he could leisurely stroll through without worrying about fans or paparazzi. It was a dream he had longed for! Zayn grabbed Larissa's arm and said sweetly, "Honey, I'm scared. I want to walk with you." Larissa forcibly removed his head from her shoulder and threatened, "You know, I could take a picture and post it on my secret account to expose you."

I said hesitantly and they nodded before I climbed up the stairs to get to my room. Throwing myself on the bed, I decided to sleep but after turning sides for a while, I realized that I couldn’t sleep or rest as I couldn’t stop thinking about Zayn. I needed to get my mind off from that until he was back home. Taking a deep breath, I got up from the bed and walked over to the study table to read a book for a while and indulge my mind in something else. Reading that book for an hour, I didn’t realize when that book got boring and I went to sleep.

" Alright, you want the throne and I want my mafia Empire back. if we help each other out we can both get what we want " " Yes, but I don't want this getting out. you can't tell anyone about this " Zayn said from the other end of the phone call. his voice was muffled and he sounded tired. Ryan could make out a female voice muttering something in the background. he didn't pay much attention to it. Here was Zayn telling him not to let anyone find out, and yet he was having this phone call in the presence of someone else. he just hoped the Lycan Prince knew what he was doing, he would hate it if this plan blew up in their faces, there would be consequences.

“I see. Is it because I’m a mafia boss?” I looked away from him. “Well, yes. I mean, you don’t look like someone who would fancy reading. You’re hard as a rock, so I doubt that you are interested in books. You can’t blame me much,” I said defensively. Zayn opened the first book in his hand. “Dantes Tu…” he spoke fluidly in French, causing my jaw to drop on the floor. “So, future wife, never judge a book by its cover, you might be stunned at the various facets it would have.”

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.