Zayn Hussein 소설 & 이야기

"Plus, we get to suss them all out." Slinging an arm over my shoulder, the shameless girl turns me around to look at the rest of the group. She points to someone at the front of the throng, talking animatedly, right in front of the camera. Her dress is skin tight, and a metallic gold, that has my jaw dropping instantly. Not only does she have curves any of us would be jealous of, she manages to keep her sleek brown hair immaculate, and her makeup flawless. "Phoenix Diamond. Desire Pack. Extremely wealthy, with high ranked parents," Zariah whispers.

Alright, I am gonna look back and give him a my sweetest smile. As I did, I saw the face of an angel. Deep set eyes and chiseled jaws and brows that are so thick, I wanted to get lost in them.I am not kidding. Men with these features should be illegal in Alabama. “I am Zayn.” Offering his hand to me. I hesitantly gave mine and believe it or not, I freaking felt a jolt of electricity. Not the subtle ones but the kind that makes you jerk your hand away and i gave him my ‘what the fuck was that,do not tell me you did not feel that’ stare.

tall, effortlessly confident, and unmistakably royal. Prince Zayd Al-Fahad. Rayne smirked, adjusting his cufflinks. "Am I?" His tone was smooth, unreadable. Zayd extended his hand, his dark eyes filled with something between curiosity and challenge. "Prince Zayd Al-Fahad. And you are?" Rayne accepted the handshake, his grip firm. "Rayne St. Trinity." The moment stretched between them, a silent battle of dominance. Zayd’s lips twitched. "Ah. That Rayne St. Trinity. I’ve heard about you."

And the irony of the situation was not lost on them. Opportunity which Tyson exploited to brag that he had a girl on her way to join them. “Glad I didn’t rely on Casanova here to bring girls,” he told us. Zayn who was sitting on the bench between Malik and Darren seemed to be the quiet one of the three. He had red hair shaved on both sides of his face, and long and styled at the top, with an equally red two inches beard, a white button-down and black slacks. He looked like a mix between elegance and bad-boy, with obvious tattoos on his arms, visible by his rolled-up sleeves.

He looked towards Zayn, his gaze filled with fear and respect. He had recently heard news of Zayn circulating around, and he knew that Zayn was the most powerful fighter in Guineve. Zayn was not only skilled in fighting, but he was also a wealthy, influential big shot who donated three billion dollars and became the charity ambassador of the previous charity gala. He was so powerful that he could do almost anything he wanted to!

just wrote what i felt like) it's kinda funny that i am 5'7 which is quiet tall for a girl but still i am like a tiny little compact object infront of Zayn. he must be atkeast 6'3 (yeah. i also have no clue about Zayn's height. )

"By the way, I'm at the main gate waiting for the door to open." Before I could finish talking, the gate opened and I slipped through it. I stood there for a while, watching the huge compound. The Blacks are one of the richest people in New York so it wasn't a surprise to see the kind of house they live in. I knew every corner of the building, I knew Mr. and Mrs. Black's room, I knew Stephanie's room but not Zayn's. He was the only one who I didn't know about his room. Zayn was notorious. At 18 he was already involved in keeping a bad gang around him, he smokes, and he fucked any girl he wants without even thinking about STDs. I mean, what if he contracted a dangerous disease during his rend

Hussain looked away first, which made him feel caught red-handed. "The world is a tiny place, ain't it Mr.Hussain Hosseini ?" As per Zaki's given information, Hosseini is a billionaire, came to Chennai for business purposes. No one can step in my town without my knowledge, Mr.FuckBoy Hosseini, Sahir thought. Since Sahir got to know that Zoya's life in danger, he had become extra aware. Sahir lowly growled assuring Zoya will not get scared. He gave back the drink to Hussain. Zoya quickly looked back and got stunned to see Sahir.

Hana could clearly tell that Zayn was trying his best to suppress his tears. She saw Zayn gradually raise his head and look at her with despair. “Your daughter doesn’t want me anymore because I am like a castrated man. The doctor said that I am infertile. I am not a man, I am a…useless person. To put it nicely, I am a useless person. If it were to be said bluntly, then I…am neither a man nor woman?” This was the greatest blow Zayn had suffered in thirty-two years of his life.

Fortunately, these young hunks had not officially debuted yet, so their asking price wasn't that high, which was a huge relief for her. “Miss Crowther, we still need one more male celebrity. Do you have any candidate in mind? We need to make a deal with him quickly”. Chloe had a look at the list and said, “I'll go talk with the last celebrity myself ”. After Jenny left, Chloe stared at the celebrity's profile on her desk before revealing a profound smile. On the profile, there was the name of a celebrity– Zayn Miller. I've been so busy lately that I didn't notice that Zayn had already joined twilight media. A singing show that he participated in completely turn him from a cello player to an