Zayn Hussein Novels & Stories

He said to the man stepping back. “It’s fine,” the man said with a loop sided smile then flashed his unbelievably white teeth ,his mask covered only half his face. He took Bash’s hands for a handshake that he didn’t consent of. “I am Zayn Jericho and you are?” “Bazzy Harvey, ” Bash replied ad struggled to pull his hand from Zayn’s grip. He would not tell his real name to this tall, slender handsome man? It was silly because Bazzy was his username on I*******m. He mentally facepalmed at his stupidity.

I snap at Dana making my way back to my mother’s room. “Mr. Grayson, you can take her back” she says to a man that was standing at the end of the hallway like a statue. I didn’t even see him standing there when I walked out of the room, that’s scary. He’s about my height, with dark hair and eyes, he is wearing all black, and he looks to be middle eastern.

I didn't quite know who was on the screen, so I waited. After taking two bites and a sip of juice, he sighed with contentment and adjusted on the sofa to begin. "First, let's start with the family itself. You already know Zayne's parents and siblings… did you know that Zayne's sister is Zillah?" Tristan gushed. "She's a singer!"

It wasn't a busy day at her shop as she had one or two people walking in to buy ice cream. "So, I like Derrick, is that a reason to sell me off to a man you just met today? Do you even know him?" Lyla retorted "Derry McClean, son of Victor McClean, a world-famous business tycoon. He owns ten hotels, and sixteen estates across the world, he is even building more estates. He supported many young entrepreneurs to build their businesses. I would not be surprised if he owns the house you are living in," Angelina said and Lyla's eyes widened.

“Mi è mancata la mia migliore amica.” Sienna blinked. “Okay… not bad. Still sounds like you swallowed a vowel, though.” I threw a pillow at her. “Stop it” She caught it midair. “And you’re blushing again.” “Stop saying that!” Just then, footsteps sounded again from the top of the stairs. Instinctively, I glanced up, just in time to see Zayne descending this time, his phone in one hand, the other shoved casually in his pocket. He looked…effortless, tattoos trailed from his neck down to his chest and arms, grey pants, hair slightly tousled as if he’d run his hand through it too many times.

Zayn, usually the epitome of stoicism, felt a flutter of nervousness. Susan, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in his demeanor. She chuckled, "Zayn White, are you getting shy?" Zayn raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Shy? Me? Never, if you're shy admit it, why do you try to push things on me?"

I say, then I take a step back. “You forgot one thing,” Kai starts, “What is your brother’s name, and how can we find him?” He then pulls out the knife and tosses it to the side. “His name... His name is Alyosha. He is tall, covered in rune tattoos and looks like me, just with a shaved head. Find Vanya; she will lead you to him.” Kai looks at Konstantin and nods, then he punches a fist through Ilya’s chest and pulls out his still-beating heart. Ilya coughs, looks up at Kai and smiles, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before he slumps over in Konstantin’s arms.

I'm Zayn Malik swiry"! They both laughed at that. 😂 I sometimes lose it dad....at times you are Harry Styles now you are Zayn Malik? You better choose" she said. Come to think of it....🤔 have you ever had more than one crushes...like you like both of them equally that it would be so hard to choose one ? Well it has occurred with me and I'm certain it has with many of us...you even! Yes you! 😂

she mused, watching him carefully, “you should tell me now.” Zayn hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think for a moment before finally nodding. “As a kid,” he said casually, “This might be shocking for you to hear, but...I had an unhealthy obsession with Britney Spears and Alicia Keys.” Katherine blinked once before rolling her eyes. Zayn chuckled at her reaction, amusement flickering across his features as he stretched his legs slightly. Katherine let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Really, Zayn? This is the secret you choose to reveal?”

CThe noise in the entrance to the hall seemed to quieten as Zayn Graham stepped in. He was the major sponsor for the fashion show so the name ‘Graham Conglomerate’ flashed everywhere. Zayn wasn’t sure it was something he loved to see, but he was doing it for Rina. The media team and other journalists from TV stations rushed toward him, shoving mics in his face. His men stepped forward to create a circle around him, keeping his fans at bay.