Zayn Book Novels & Stories

They were giggling and excitement was plastered on their faces. Clairol didn't like to eavesdropping, but their voice was kinda loud. So, it became an intentionally. She can't help to feel nostalgic about something. When she was once on their age, she also had a hobbies from reading some novels and pocketbooks. But the difference between them was she don't have a friend to talk about it. Only her Father who's used also to read pocketbooks and influenced her. She felt a sudden pang on her chest when her late Father crossing to her mind. Before the sadness will starting to building more. She decided to end her lunch. She lost her appetite for no reason.

Zayn Vendant. Zayn was different from the other guys she had dated before; he loved her, and her psychic gifts told her his love was true. She pushed him away, but he kept coming back till she gave in. He loved her, took care of her and treated her like the most important jewel on the planet. They got so close that she disclosed the true story of her life to him, and instead of driving him away, it drew him closer. Her feelings were let loose, and she fell hard for him, hard in a way no one could understand. They never kept secrets from each other, and their relationship was the kind people dream of, the kind found in fairytales. He talked of getting married to her, travelling the world toge

Yumi's POV - “What book is that?” Henry asks, staring at the back of the book Zainab is reading across from him on the island. “Oh, this?” Zainab grins, turning the book around, “It’s a romance novel, ‘Paper Hearts’”. Zana rolls her eyes with a lazy groan, “That’s the twelfth time she’s reading it”. Henry chuckles humorously, “Stench fanatic”. I look between the three, busy filling my mouth with buttered popcorn. Henry would occasionally give me smoldering glances that often shake my body whole and the way his eyes would drag along the stretch of my lips…I couldn’t help the unstable heartbeat.

Zayn was thankful, but none of them ever made him truly happy. I always thought he missed home and would like me to look for his family, but Zayn ignored that conversation. Whenever that topic popped up, Zayn would dodge mentioning his family, which made him sad. After becoming part of my castle and turning him into my butler, Zayn would be quiet when talking or mentioning his family. Zayn would like to be alone and isolate himself from everyone. I would look for him and thought Zayn would be in his room or on the training grounds. He was nowhere in sites. Then I found him in the library reading, but his focus was not on the book in his hands. But his attention was through the window.

Daylan and Anthony said at the same time. Daylan starred at the picture of his naked body tapped to the wall, every wall was covered with pictures of every women he had taken out with ever since he came to Africa till date including his sexual encounters everything was on display leaving no room for privacy, Faye's pictures with Daylan were plastered everywhere and her single picture was plastered at the far end corner of the room canceled with a red marker. "Fuck!" Daylan swore, " this woman is really sick" Anthony exhaled, " this lady is really obsessed with you and that has turned her to a sick psychopath, she really needs help.

Now, if you don’t mind, I am in the middle of my book. He scoffed but the connection cut. I hadn’t realized Zayle caught me mind linking. Shaking my head, I looked back down at my book. It wasn’t really something he needed to know. Not yet anyways. Plus, it could just be a platform that they were going to use to embarrass us in front of the pack. Going back to my book, I continued to read as slid my feet under Zayle’s thigh. He sat back, moving his laptop to his lap so one hand could rub my leg. It was soothing and I smiled. Losing myself in the pages of my book.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Even though no uninvited people could enter the territory all thanks to Aunt Nancy’s magic but still I could not convince myself to calm down. “Zayla?” I barged in. Inside there were few candles placed at around few meters distance from each other and a note was beside each of them. “Gabriel, this is from Zayla.” -The first note. “Come on keep on following the light.” -The second note. “Thank you coming into my life. Though you’ve done nothing more than being a complete headache in my life,” laughter escaped my mouth. “You are also someone who is now an irreplaceable person in my life.” -The third note.

Few minutes later, I saw Zayn entering into the library with some text books. I guess he wanted to study for his history test. ''What a coincidence, do you mind if I join,” Zayn said coming close to my seat. ''Sure,” I replied back also smiling at him. ''Since you are here would you mind teaching me history for the last time,” Zayn said. ''Okay,” I replied. Zayn sat next to me and I went through some history text books to guide him, he concentrated and asked me questions,I was pleased when he finally answered all the questions I asked him and I knew he was ready for the test or maybe too ready.