Zayn Book Novels & Stories

"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

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thought, feeling decent enough in my silk short and camisole, I padded bare footed towards the door. "Hello there." Zayn's length was rested against the doorframe. Gone was the suit, instead, he was dressed in a pair of loosely fitted black pants and shirt. A black sandals adored his feet and on his wrist was a black Rolex watch accompanied by a black beaded bracklet. "Hey." I mumbled feeling shy and suddenly not so decent. "What are you up to?" He asked, his eyes fixed on mine, not my exposed body. "Nothing much." I answered, stepping away from the door while holding it ajar.

I placed the book I had been reading on the coffee table and stood slowly. My hand instinctively rested on my stomach. The baby had been unusually calm today. Maybe because I had spent most of the afternoon resting after the doctor warned me not to overexert myself. The front door opened, and I looked up. Zayn stepped inside. For a brief second, I simply stared. Something was... different. His expensive charcoal suit was slightly creased, unlike the perfectly neat appearance he usually maintained. His tie had been loosened. The top button of his shirt was undone. His hair, usually perfectly combed back, had a few loose strands falling across his forehead.

Run! The voice screaming in my head was right. I needed to run. I had to. I tried to. But I couldn't. Zayn would hurt me. Zayn would do what Zayn did best which was to disappear the very minute I needed him the most. He was so good at disappearing he would have made a world-class magician. Yet I just stood frozen to the spot. He brought out a box from his pocket and opened it revealing a big shiny rock. "Cara Mckay. Please be mine. I need you."

Authors Note: The Human is book number one. The New Age King is book number two. I highly suggest reading book one before reading the sequel, but if you don't want to you can manage the second without doing so. The one big thing in the first book was Goddess Selene's curse. She cursed all lycans to be born in wolf form. Their first shift wasn't until the age of ten. Thank you so much for reading. "Please, Selene, slow down. Where are we going," I ask as the Goddess in front of me practically sprints down the wide corridor?

#Zayn had a sense of care for women. As for other thoughts, there truly were none. With such thoughts in mind, Zayn went to meet with the girl that he had never met before. When he met her, Zayn learned that the girl was only twenty-two years old. She looked very beautiful and generous. She was also very active towards Zayn. “Hi, Zayn. I have known you for a long time.” Zayn was surprised. “Ah? You…know me?”

She didn’t quite understand what was happening, but whatever it was, it had made Alina brighter and made Aiden seem a little more human. ****** Zayn sat quietly in his study, his back straight, as he calmly twirled a fountain pen between his fingers. His eyes were fixed on the door, although he wasn’t really staring at it as his mind was far away. He seemed to be waiting for someone. His phone had been ringing nonstop for the last ten minutes. Call after call lit up the screen, but he didn’t bother to look at it. He saw no reason to. Just then, the door opened and his assistant stepped in, breathing a little hard, sweat shining on his forehead.

" Cassidy thought that mentioning Cadence would make Zayn cooperate. But the outcome was far from what she expected. Zayn merely gave a bitter smile. He picked up Cadence's medical file and turned to leave. Now that Cadence was gone, nothing mattered anymore. No matter how many women he brought home… No matter how affectionate he pretended to be with Cassidy, Cadence would never see it again. She would never be jealous again. So, there was no reason to waste any more time on Cassidy. From that day on, Zayn changed completely. He shut himself off entirely. Every day, he was cooped up in his study. He would drink until he passed out and didn't allow anyone to disturb him.

“It was just business—” “No,” I cut him off, my eyes burning into his. “This isn’t business. This is survival.” In one swift motion, I yanked him forward until our faces were inches apart. His breath came in short, panicked bursts. “You tried to poison me in my city,” I whispered, my breath ghosting over his trembling lips. “Did you think I wouldn’t retaliate?” He swallowed hard, sweat beading on his forehead. The restaurant around us buzzed with oblivious patrons, the illusion of normalcy masking the storm about to break.

BANG! Gunshots. Zayn had lost it. He shot at the walls, the furniture-anything in sight. "ZAYAN, STOP IT!" Uzair yelled, rushing to stop him. But he knew... Zayn's obsession had crossed the line. If he didn't have her-he would destroy the world. And he meant it. Zayn turned to the room, breathing heavily. His voice dropped into a deadly whisper- "Wrong step, doll. Very wrong step."