Zayn Hussein Novels & Stories

In front of me, even Kasey seemed to be holding her breath. “Who’s your friend, Kasey?” the man asked, taking a step back so he could rake his eyes over my body. I squirmed under his gaze, terrified yet stupidly attracted to this asshole in front of me. He was tall and built, with brushed-back hazel hair, a five o’clock shadow, and a gaze so intense I wanted to drop to my knees and beg him for mercy. “My name is Evelina,” I said steadily. “Eve.”

"Okay, Zayn, you've got me intrigued." Zayn winked at me and just smiled modestly, looking pleased with himself. "I'm glad you liked it, Eva. Now let's go outside and watch the moonlight. I want you to forget about all your troubles for a while, okay?" "Sure." As Zayn stepped into the moonlight, his features seemed to come alive in a way that was both breathtaking and ethereal. His dark hair shone with an otherworldly glow, and his eyes, framed by impossibly long lashes, sparkled like stars. His cheekbones were sharply defined, casting shadows that added to his enigmatic allure.

I had to admit, Alina did a good job of healing his leg. "I was beginning to think you would never show up," the man's raspy voice mused, "My name is Grayson," he extended his hand and I gladly shook it, feeling at ease by his politeness, "You must be Zion. The boy daring enough to ask our little Alina to the dance."

"Did you tell Channing the truth about what you are and why her pack was killed?" He nodded in surprise and I looked at Channing. "I apologize that I didn't tell you the full truth, I wanted you to hear it from Tate." She nodded in understanding and I finally looked at Layton. "Henry, you should head home, Ella just recieved news about her having twins." Channing gasped, pointing at Layton. "Your name is Henry? I thought it was Layton?" "Layton is my middle name, Harry is my first name, which only Emiko can call me." He told her with a growl.

I was embarrassed and tried to run away. He suddenly held my hand, preventing me from walking away. He then knelt and bowed down in front of me while murmuring, "Mi dea. Nomen servi huius Dylan est. Das mihi nomen tuum pulcherrimum [My dear goddess. This servant's name is Dylan. May you grant me your beautiful name]?"

That was what Roman said. “I told you about him like an hour ago, why are you bringing this up now?” “Because there's no information about this man whatsoever. No family, friends, or even an article written about someone you claim to be resourceful and influential " “I am resourceful and influential, but there's no article written about me” I point out. He bends and clicks on his computer and then “There's a profile of you here, that is you're An influencer and that you're 5'6, and you're worth 1 million”

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

As soon as I got down, I saw mom and Rowen waiting in the hall and I walked to them. “Zayn is here too” Mom said while looking up the stairs and as I turned to look at him, my jaw dropped down once again. Zayn was climbing down the stairs looking drop dead gorgeous. He was wearing black pant with black turtle neck T - shirt inside and maroon blazer on top. I could notice how excellent his choice of clothes was. He was fastening his watch while walking down and I couldn’t help but stare and drool over him. He has an animal magnetism which I tried hard to resist but couldn’t and breathed heavily, wanting to have him all to myself. After fastening the watch, he moved his hand up to his chocolat