Zayn Domin Novels & Stories

Isabella's magnanimous withdrawal should have solved all my problems. Instead, it made me want to drag her back to my office and remind her exactly how she'd trembled under my commands just yesterday. I wanted to make her remember the way her body had responded to my voice, the way she'd gasped and arched beneath my instructions, the way she'd completely surrendered to my will despite her fears. You belong to me, I wanted to tell her. You don't get to decide when you want me and when you don't. The urge to assert my dominance, to claim what was mine by right of arrangement and conquest, burned through me with startling intensity. Every instinct I possessed screamed that Isabella Cohen was tr

Aino said. “Pfft…” Zayn was amused by Aino. Zayn had dinner at Sebastian’s house before going back that night. His emotions had also truly calmed down. After all, he had never had much expectations in the past. He only started to have the idea of getting married in the past couple of months. It was just as if everything had returned to its peaceful state.

I praised and explained Cornelius' reputation as the Tyrant Black Knight of Whitheld. "You and he share that aura. I guess you can say not only for your beauty I adore but also your strong aura," Zayn smiles as he says, making me blush. I clear my throat and ruffle his hair. "You sure are a sweet talker for a boy." Zayn grabbed my hand and stood over me, standing over six feet. He has grown taller too. I remembered he was shorter than me when I first met him, but after five years, he has grown taller than I have to crane my neck to look up at him.