Zayn Hussein Novels & Stories

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Liam: “And then I'm going to do so many things. I have a lot of friends that I want to make and I have so many things that I want to do at school. Yesterday our teacher told us that we were going to do something that is big. She did not tell us what it is, but she said that only big kids can do it and that we were big kids now. And we could do it.” Anastasia said excitedly as she spoke to Alaria, who was taking a sip of her coffee.

“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.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

~Alaya I'm not sure why my mind decided the man in front of me should have been Alpha Asher. It works in a strange way like that. So when it saw that the man is not in fact Asher, I was oddly disappointed. Instead, the man doesn't have the magnificent golden eyes I had expected. They are the same hazel to dark brown colour that most Desire Pack members sport. He has rather bland features too, however, he is still attractive. He can be as attractive as he wants, it doesn't make me any less creeped out.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

The only thing about our situation is that he's so focused with where we are going and he probably isn't aware about how sweet shit we look right now. I've never held hands with anyone except Ashton but he's an exception because he is my best friend and there's no romantic strings attached between us. So, Cyrus is the first guy I have held hands with. He's my first real kiss and not that Dylan because there was no feelings to it at all, and he's the first man I've been intimate with in my twenty four years of existence. Gosh, I am blushing!

As the city center had invited all the big names in Star Entertainment, Zayn would naturally be included. There was a sudden smell of gunpowder in the air. Due to the previous incident, Zayn had become instinctively terrified of Tyr. However, this time, things were different. With Star Entertainment’s prominent figure, Skyler Yaleman, and Zayn’s biological older sister, Maeve Lee, here, the boy could stand taller. That’s right. This Zayn Lee was the biological younger brother of Maeve Lee. Both of them were A-list artistes!

mother rolled her and sighed. The door creaked open and a wheel chair carrying GrandPa Musa rolled in with Faryah helping him. " I'll leave you all to it" mother said as she smiled assuring me that everything was okay. " Thank you Zainab" Faryahs' grand father said as she walked out smiling at them. " Faryah let go, go seat down" she was quite tall, skinny. She was wearing dark purple baggy pants with her cute socks and a baggy black shirt over her pants. She was wearing a purple Hijab. Her makeup was gone, she looked really beautiful, more beautiful, at least I wasn't stuck with a mute ugly bitch.

BANG! Gunshots. Zayn had lost it. He shot at the walls, the furniture-anything in sight. "ZAYAN, STOP IT!" Uzair yelled, rushing to stop him. But he knew... Zayn's obsession had crossed the line. If he didn't have her-he would destroy the world. And he meant it. Zayn turned to the room, breathing heavily. His voice dropped into a deadly whisper- "Wrong step, doll. Very wrong step."