Zayn Domin 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

she mused, watching him carefully, “you should tell me now.” Zayn hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think for a moment before finally nodding. “As a kid,” he said casually, “This might be shocking for you to hear, but...I had an unhealthy obsession with Britney Spears and Alicia Keys.” Katherine blinked once before rolling her eyes. Zayn chuckled at her reaction, amusement flickering across his features as he stretched his legs slightly. Katherine let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Really, Zayn? This is the secret you choose to reveal?”

She said muttering angrily. "Oh wow, Mom Dad even invited donkeys to the party! Cool!" Naina "Shutup Shanaya! I am in no mood to joke!" That girl, whose name was Shanaya! Shanaya Singhania, younger daughter of Rajeev and Seema i.e. sister of Kunal whose Naina was addressing as donkey. But poor shanaya, how did she know that this donkey was none other than his own brother. Shanaya "Come on, Naina, I am very hungry! Let's go!" Pulling her, shanaya took her with herself.

he said and took a sip of it as he popped his mouth in satisfaction. He looked back at Zayn who had on a purple white-striped shirt with the sleeves rolled up as they exposed his manly muscles and veins that disappeared inside his sleeves. The expensive gold watch on his hand didn't do his charm any justice. His top two buttons were left undone as a sneak peak of his chest was exposed, it was quite tempting. With his sleek black hair styled back. Kay stared at the well-defined hotness beside him. "I wonder how you haven't gotten your wife." The words slipped out and Zayn shot him a death stare. "...but look on the bright side, now you can."

We were going to perform ‘Senorita by Shawn Medes and Camilla Cabello’ and I was sweating profusely as we drove through the Ark Town and headed towards New Bryxton Town for the competition. I lied to my brothers as I told them that I will be with Tessa for the entire day as well have to work on a school project, when in reality here I am with Zane, driving in his posh car which feels so cool to drive in. No wonder not only girls but also boys fall at his feet, this car is his impression of superiority. Wearing his Ray Bans and looking as confident and handsome as ever, he drove the car smoothly, with just using one palm. The other one was resting next to my thigh and I wished he’d put it on

the stranger says. Whoever he is, I need to thank him personally. He is a lifesaver. "Get the fuck out of my room, Reaper. Now, shut those ears of yours, and don't come interfering with my business," Zane blurts out. As he slams the door, only my sobs fill the silence of the room right now. Zane is a Dominant? I ask myself as I stare at him with shock as he walks towards me. "No more, Zane. My ass is super tender, it might burst if you hit me again," I say crying so badly.

I turned, my breath didn't just hitch, it vanished. Zayn was a vision of shimmering beauty. He was wearing a silver performance dress that was more of a suggestion than a garment with strips of silk and sequins held together by gossamer threads, designed for the high-wire acrobatics of the silks. He had hair extensions in tonight, long, vibrant red waves that cascaded down his back, adorned with silver rings. His makeup was ethereal, a dusting of silver over his eyelids that made those emerald eyes pop with a terrifying intensity.

Zayn was sitting in front of the camera in blue and white plaid pajamas. The reporter asked him, “You’re now only in your early twenties. Although the scandal previously was cleared up and the company had proclaimed that you are single, can you tell us more about the type of girl that you like?” “I think it isn’t a type. I have a crush on someone.” “Is it?” The reporter asked in an excited tone, “Who is she? Is she someone inside the entertainment industry?” “Nope. She’s an outsider. She adopted me when I was young.”

Zayn invited everyone to take a seat and looked toward Queenie, “It has been a long time since we last met, Queenie!” Queenie smiled shyly. “It’s been long.” Zayn took a glance without changing his expression. “This is?” Queenie explained, “This is my boyfriend, Kayson Yarde.” The corner of Zayn’s eyes twitched, and his gaze turned colder at once. “Queenie, you’re the only one with a partner tonight here. You’re going to have to punish yourself by taking three shots!” Queenie nodded. “Sure thing, sure thing!”

Dominic looked between me and Micah before averting the glare to Yurik who was busy smiling sheepishly. "What is this?" Dominic asked roughly taking a step towards Yurik who backed away and raised his hands. Even he looked scared. "Don't get mad at me, Domo. She's Micah's sister and I just thought-" "What? That Micah will get some sort of immunity just because-" Dominic stopped himself from finishing the sentence. He looked at me slowly before narrowing his eyes suspiciously. I gulped. What is he thinking? "You two, get out. I want to speak to Caitlin alone." He demanded pointing to Micah and Yurik before nudging his thumb towards the door.