Zayn Book Novels & Stories

For some reasons, he’s closest to Judas, regardless of their distinct personalities. I talk to him, but rarely cause he never picks my calls. And to be honest, I stopped trying to force my way into spaces where I’m met with silence. It’s not pride. It’s self-preservation. Zayn exists in fragments now—text messages that feel like half-formed thoughts, ghosted memories, and that haunting stillness he wears like cologne. He used to laugh loud. I remember that. Used to run through the hallways barefoot, screaming about monsters under his bed that he swore Judas put there. Back then, Judas would tuck him in and promise he’d never let anything touch him.

The person who had spoken was none other than Zayn, his voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I smiled gently. I followed his gaze to see Mr Williams and Hazel. The maid had become the mother-in-law of the president while I had become nothing. Does it pay to be good or does it pay to be bad. I will let you answer that question. The end. Thank you for reading LOCKED IN WITH THE BILLIONAIRE. I apologize for the delay. Please read my new book "ANSEL LUTHER'S RISE TO POWER" It's also available on the app but under a different pen name -Author Riele. You will love it. Thank you so much guys.

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

The second… A whole fucking life that’s mine with the man I love and am willing to die for. It’s dark. The throne is empty, and so are the benches that line each wall. I’m not alone, though. A sweeping sense of relief renders my senses useless as a familiar shadow plays over the forever bloodstained tiles. “Oh,” I gut out, tucking my hands behind my back. “Hello. Did I… did I miss it?” Zayn stands on the far side of the room, dressed in his usual black. He’s cleaner than I thought he’d be, given the circumstances. He shaved, in fact, for the first time in days.

he said, wiping off a trickle of sweat that slowly trailed down his forehead. “Yes, I'm fine,” he replied her. He went silent for some seconds as his mother spoke to him. “No, he left me alone,” he said, referring to Harold. “I'll find my way, mother, don't bother.” He fell silent again then added, “that's why I'm the next alpha. If Harold was able to find his way last year, I will be able to this year even easier than he did.” He ended the call and sighed, wiping off another trickle of sweat. The naturally high temperature of the school wasn't one he was used to.

For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. I think it's gentlemanly—and appropriate for me to WARN you all, too, that this book contains strong words, and gory contents, which like every other part of this book, will be written in a detailed form. Hence, this book will be inappropriate for children, and tweens, and juvenile teens. I wish you a great reading experience as you dive with me into this book! 😃 Enjoy...

Aira had learned something very early after Zayn was born. Silence could feel safer than truth. Especially when truth had consequences. The apartment was quiet that morning, soft sunlight filtering through the curtains and falling in thin lines across the kitchen floor. Zayn sat at the counter eating breakfast, completely absorbed in his dinosaur book, his voice breaking the stillness every few seconds with innocent excitement. “Mum, this one can run very fast.” Aira glanced over, forcing a small smile. “Faster than you?”