Zayn Hussein Novels & Stories

Creed shrugged walking away from the awkward circle we all stood in toward the door “ yeah I’ll carry her bags to the car then Alex can load them into the plane.” Ryan huffed picking up the bags that Creed placed by the door before walking out “ wait! Did you say plane?” I pouted crossing my arms across my chest “ Yes, will that be a problem?” Alex asked, looking at me with one of his eyebrows raised. He stood with his legs apart probably because of all his muscles. He's wearing a black hoodie with jeans and his hair is messy as always. He looks at me with suspicion

But at the same time, I felt a surge of pride. His desire was profound, like a current running between us. It was as if I had a power over him that I had never felt before. As he took in the sight of me, I couldn’t help but study him in return. His eyes were dark and intense, flickering with a hunger that was indescribable. His hands were strong and sure, yet there was a tenderness in the way he touched me that made my heart skip a beat. At that moment, everything else fell away. It was just me and Dane, two bodies drawn together by an undeniable attraction.

Oh, I didn't mean for him, I meant for the celebrant," Zayn corrected as he stuck his hand in his pocket before looking to his side at Will and Zayn couldn't help but think the one people were bound to mistake for the person of the day was 'him'. He had his hair gelled neatly which made his bewitching facial feature stick out more as his green eyes seemed to glow with much more appeal under the light. The white suit Zayn had gotten him couldn't have looked better on anyone else, his dazzling aura oozed out and Zayn felt the back of his throat burn up. "What?" Will asked in response to Zayn's stare. "Nothing," he replied casually and looked away before letting out a low sigh. He was sure if h

It was already past seven when I drove into the driveway and I was stunned to see zayn’s maybach parked and just as I climbed out of my car, his own door opened and he alighted. For a moment, my own breath skipped while looking at him. He was dressed in a pair of blue pants and a crisp white shirt which was neatly tucked into his pants with two buttons undone. He was a priest but he looked more like a Greek god at that moment, i just wanted to pounce into his embrace and bask in the warmth of his sweetness. “Gattina” his voice resonated in my ears while he took slow strides towards me. His hair was not tied and it looked disheveled maybe from him running his hands through it too much.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

"Are you?" "I go by Adrian now. Adrian Cross. Zayn Parker was a boy who made mistakes and didn't have the resources to fix them. Adrian Cross is a man who has spent years building an empire so he could correct the biggest mistake of his life." He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers grazing my cheek with a gentleness that made my breath hitch. "I never stopped thinking about you. All these years, every decision I made, every move I took, it was all leading back to you."

I think it's Zain's calling her. I ignored that and looked back at her. "I'm getting tired. You kids continue, I'm just going to hit the day." She waved at us, and we all waved back. Daniel turned the T.V. back on and I snuggled deeper into my blanket, continuing to gawk at Channing Tatum and Dave Franco.

I inhale the decadent scent of the chocolate ganache filling, they look good, and I hope they taste as good too. Ugh, I hope Zac likes it. Killing the heat on the range, I turn to grab the plates. I gasp, as a pair of glowing sapphire eyes are silently studying me. Zac is leaning against the door frame, with his large forearms crossed across his bare, hard chest. Why does he have to be so damn sexy? I can’t help but let my eyes wander down to the only article of clothing he’s wearing- grey sweatpants. My stomach knots at the sight. The sweats hang low on his hips and his not-so-little friend is making his presence well known.

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