Zayn Hussein Novels & Stories

Zayne raised his hand to pat his own head and this pleased Ashlynn. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, “Does she have a sister?" “No. She's an only child." Zayne answered. Her face fell a little, “I have a brother. But I want a sister too " “And you'll get one." Zayne replied with an intensity I couldn't recognize. “Hopefully not anytime soon." I chuckled, making Zayne turn his attention back to me. He smiled as he stood up to his full height again, “You have a beautiful daughter. As beautiful as you.” He said, his eyes filled with kindness.

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

“You just underestimated them. And overestimated yourself. And you underestimated the power that the Omega has on him.” Lysandra’s smile widened, and I nearly growled. But Giovanni stepped between us again. “That will be your last smug smile in this room, Lysandra. Don’t forget, I cast you aside for a reason. You couldn’t break him. Now, you will watch while your sister does what you couldn’t.” “She’s not my sister,” Lysandra said through her teeth. “Not now and not ever would she ever be my sister.” Giovanni turned to me again. “You still have your place in this. You still have power, Delilah. Don’t let one declaration shake you. The mark isn’t on her yet. She hasn’t been claimed. There is

"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. )

I couldn't even talk to guys without stumbling over my words and looking like a fool. There was one guy in school that I have had a crush on since we were about twelve. His name was Kassius Keene. He was the son of the new Beta. Kassius was tall with an athletic build, sandy brown hair and dark eyes. I had sat behind him in class for several years, he smelled like an ocean breeze and I was fairly sure he had no idea I even existed.