Zayn Dom Gay Novels & Stories

Hana could clearly tell that Zayn was trying his best to suppress his tears. She saw Zayn gradually raise his head and look at her with despair. “Your daughter doesn’t want me anymore because I am like a castrated man. The doctor said that I am infertile. I am not a man, I am a…useless person. To put it nicely, I am a useless person. If it were to be said bluntly, then I…am neither a man nor woman?” This was the greatest blow Zayn had suffered in thirty-two years of his life.

Alright, I am gonna look back and give him a my sweetest smile. As I did, I saw the face of an angel. Deep set eyes and chiseled jaws and brows that are so thick, I wanted to get lost in them.I am not kidding. Men with these features should be illegal in Alabama. “I am Zayn.” Offering his hand to me. I hesitantly gave mine and believe it or not, I freaking felt a jolt of electricity. Not the subtle ones but the kind that makes you jerk your hand away and i gave him my ‘what the fuck was that,do not tell me you did not feel that’ stare.

He gently tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and said, "No bad person openly admits they're bad. You don't fit the category of bad people, so it's better not to frame yourself that way, it's too funny to hear that you're a bad person, in my eyes you're such a harmless kid." As he moved back, Susan breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't help thinking, "This man is too dangerous. Why did Luna leave me alone with him? Better I shouldn't give up on my guard." Zayn revealed his stance on love and marriage, saying, "I don't have any intentions of loving someone or getting married to someone. To me, it's all a waste of time. I don't believe in love, in my eyes love is nothing but a foolish

“If you are asked the reason for your fury, what response would you have to give? Zayn has done nothing wrong. He was right to have decided to keep his hands to himself, because that is what we agreed on originally. We can’t have a physical relationship now that we’ve come too far. It would ruin everything.” But even at that, Rina couldn’t get rid of the small voice in her head, telling her that the arrangement didn’t matter, that love could grow at any point. She stopped abruptly and shook her head. “I am not in love with Zayn Graham. It is highly impossible. He is rude, controlling, a total dominant, not to mention sexy, jaw-dropping sexy with abs like the Greek god I imagine in my head…Oh

“Hush!“Zayn gently shut Bash up with his index, he forced both of Bash’s hands to wrap around his pillar neck while his hands went to Bash’s waist , it was a very intimate position but thankfully Bash just laughed it off. “This song doesn’t need any special steps.” Truly the music wasn’t special but it was slow and most people were drawn to it, well people who wanted to cuddle slowly… “So tell me Bazzy, ” Zayn began as they continued moving forward and backward. “Who is your daddy?” Bash didn’t reply, Since his name was unfamiliar to Zayn, he assumed he was just a rich brat the father brought to find a potential love interest. How wrong he was. He(Bash) just kept smiling, this was one of Pan

Zayn pulled back his hand and said coldly, “Stop putting up your bad performance and leave now.” Yvonne was recalcitrant. There was no reason why Zayn was completely indifferent towards her because she was beautifully dressed and she looked sexy today. Soon, she noticed Zayn swallowing his saliva secretly, so she immediately dispelled the doubt in her mind. It was apparent that he was successfully enamored by her. He was just putting up a front on purpose. Yvonne was relieved. As long as Zayn had the sexual orientation of a normal man, she had confidence that she could take him down.

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

I glared at them, but I knew I needed to listen to them if I didn't want myself to get hurt. I saw Elli turned around and left the crowd and I started to get nervous again. I wished I could leave with him right this moment, but I figured I'd be with him shortly. "Come along, little one," one of the men chuckled, "Time to get you all dressed up nice and pretty in some luxury gear. You wouldn't want to keep your Dom waiting, would you?" My Dom? I swallowed hard and chose to cooperate instead of fight. "You're right. I'd hate to keep him waiting." I felt their grips loosen on my arms, as I chose to walk with them to a separate room with a vanity and an area to change clothes behind a silk scree

After that I was consumed with guilt because of how much I saw her hurting and I ended things with Trav but I love him and with nothing more left to lose, it wasn't long before we were back together. Then I wanted to make things exclusive, stop the whole secret shit but he was scared of what his brothers and friends would think and when he heard one of his pals say homosexuality is diabolic he called things off and decided to get himself a girlfriend to convince himself he wasn't a disciple of the antichrist'. 'That is just dumb'. Zayn piped in. 'And I was just a victim?' 'He did like you'. 'Yeah? His little demon fending rebound?' I flared as did the heart monitor.