Zayn Domin Novels & Stories

“So, he speaks.” He rolls his eyes back to the arena. “Seventeen isn’t young for my family. Most of the males I’m related to in some way, shape, or form begin the transition around the age of fifteen or sixteen.” I watch him, taking in the way the relentless sunlight beats down on his eyes, which are a shockingly pretty greenish-blue. Maebelle is, unfortunately, correct in that Zayn is handsome. Very much so. Sharp jaw, regal, straight nose, high cheekbones. His dark brown hair has a slight curl to it that makes him look slightly boyish and unbothered, which is a breath of fresh air after spending years in the company of straight-laced guards and gelled-back hairstyles.

Main leads: . Zayn is a son of Steven Aurora (who owning by famous Aurora industries , Malls , college and schools) in England and future heir of Aurora group. He also 3rd young richest son in the world. Zayn is basically famous car Racer and idol of youngsters too.

"You need to worry about yourself, Ariana. You need to prepare." "Prepare for what?" "For your own punishment. You betrayed the King by kissing another man. Zayn isn't going to hit you or scar you again. He is going to do something much worse. He is going to hurt your soul. He is going to make you wish you were dead." Just as she said those words, the door crashed open and Zayn walked in. He looked tall, strong, and terrifying. Behind him were two massive men. They were giants, almost seven feet tall.

He dipped his head meaningfully. She anxiously clasped her hands in front of her, waiting to hear what he'd say next. He leaned back against the kitchen sink and rested the heels of his hands beside him on the counter. "I'm damn attracted to you, Amy, and I think you like me, too. But the thing is, I don't do casual vanilla relationships." His blue eyes burned dark with desire. "You're a Dominant." Her voice was soft. His commanding presence, his rules. He'd spanked her, for god's sake. He couldn't possibly think this came to her as a surprise.

I took a deep breath, stopping my tears. I can't cry right now. Zayn hugged me tightly. "Hi, Mom and Dad. I am again your daughter's husband. Zayn Grey. I know I have been bad and so arrogant and cruel around her the time we met but this time I will promise to love her in eternity, care for her and protect her from all. I will not leave her alone. Thank you for your loyalty to our parents. I am very thankful also that I met your sweet loving daughter." Zayn said happily.

Zayn’s hand on the small of my back tightens. “My personal life is thriving, Damon,” Zayn says, his voice dropping to a tone that usually means someone's about to lose a limb. “Which is more than I can say for your recent portfolio. How is that shipping merger going? Still underwater? Maybe that’s why you’re so worried about who’s going to take your seat long after you're gone. Don't worry, I’m not going to fire you.” Damon chuckles, looking at me like I’m a toy Zayn stole. “Is your personal life thriving as you believe?” he asks.

Zayne didn't look at her as he spoke, “he's not the nicest person you see, but we get along well enough. We've been close since we were children till I moved here last year and he found his mate.” Reene noticed there was something more, but she didn't ask. Also because they were already out of the gate where a man in dark blue tux stood, backing them both, legs spread slightly with his hands pocketed. “Dominic, what a surprise.” Zayne spoke in a tone Reene hadn't heard him use. Something in between cold alpha and normal CEO chatting with his brother who worked under him, in public. It was weird. Slowly, the Dominic guy turned, and Reene found herself slightly horrified by his looks.

And the irony of the situation was not lost on them. Opportunity which Tyson exploited to brag that he had a girl on her way to join them. “Glad I didn’t rely on Casanova here to bring girls,” he told us. Zayn who was sitting on the bench between Malik and Darren seemed to be the quiet one of the three. He had red hair shaved on both sides of his face, and long and styled at the top, with an equally red two inches beard, a white button-down and black slacks. He looked like a mix between elegance and bad-boy, with obvious tattoos on his arms, visible by his rolled-up sleeves.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

Lysandra stayed silent. “You were right about one thing,” I continued. “Sienna has become a problem. One I underestimated. And Damon… is more vulnerable than I expected. More in love than I anticipated. I would not have expected it, but that is the truth. She has managed to do what you did not. You have failed in capturing his eye. You have failed in settling in his heart and that poor Omega, the problem that seemed to have appeared in front of us managed to settle in his heart.”