Zayn Height Novels & Stories

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

My eyes were slicker than my brain as they slides to her hand to see the designer bag she was carrying. Then I realized that I wasn't in the same category as Zayn. He thinks that all I could give him is my body because he thought he had everything. "I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Black. I was just sitting at the second roll during the game, I just forgot to say hello." I responded to her and glanced at Mr. Black who was staring straight at me. He was so tall. At about 6ft6, I had to strain my head before I can see his eyes. Yes, I am very short.

she wondered. "Zayn ..." she called out weakly. "What's wrong?" he asked in a helpless tone. "I'm afraid of heights. 33 feet is too high; I don't think I can jump." Hearing her whimper in such a girlish tone, Zayn felt goosebumps rise all over his body. He forced a gentle smile. "Just imagine I'm standing down there, waiting for you to jump into my arms. You won't feel scared then." Yuck!

I put both my hands up in surrender. “Have any of you seen my brother?” I changed the subject. “Not sure. What does he look like again?” Julia teased. Little brat! “Hmm. About six foot four, brown hair, hazel eyes. A walking sex-god with panty-dropping good looks. You know, looks exactly like me.” I smirked at her, receiving an eye roll in return and a smack on the back of my head from Zoe. “He was here. Left about fifteen minutes ago.” Zayne answered helpfully.

All I knew was I was running, and I was doing it as fast as possible…well, until I bumped into something as hard as a wall. “Easy…” The voice came in, and a hand surged forward, grabbing my arms and holding me still from falling. My breath hitched slightly, and I cast a glance, but in that brief moment of confirmation, all the air in my lungs vanished, and I froze. I had been too broken to play the voice in my head, but thinking about it now, he sounded as hot as he looked. Zaydeen Black of the Blacktorn stood at a reckless 6’4”, towering above me with a fucking six-inch advantage. He was dressed in a cosmic night suit, yet it hugged his figure so well my inner self churned from the sight.