Zayn Hussein Novels & Stories

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

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.

But you know how these things work, as long as he's in the midst of guys like Stephan and Zyaire, his beauty doesn't count much. Zyaire had seven friends, Stephan being number one. Except for Stephan, Tommy, and Jiro, the rest of his friends weren't much to look at. Jiro is an American Japanese. His mother is of Japanese origin. He is quiet, loves smiling with his eyes closed, silently offering his friends his chips, and almost always playing games on his phone. From what Zayne told me, he is the only one apart from Stephan he could tolerate, the only one among Zyaire's friends who genuinely cared about Zyaire. But you know Zayne, he still hates the guy because he can't stand people.

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.

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.

any longer as he reluctantly got down from the car and was about to go help her out when he saw the silhouette of a tall, lean figure standing a few steps away from him. It was Zayn! what was he doing here? is that he was responsible for this? Seeing him walk over to the scene, Jacob stopped in his tracks when he saw him lift his hands to stop the next attack on Bethany. Zayn struggled with the man, who was holding the weapon, and in the next few minutes, he defeated him. Then, he soon lashed out at him, he beat him mercilessly until he was bleeding from every corner of his body–seeing this sight, the rest of them ran away leaving him to his fate. Zayn was so out of control that he continue

I called after her in a weak attempt to make her turn back but she was gone before I could call her back. I looked dejectedly towards the stage and I hear screams from the front. I see a hooded figure making its way towards the stage from the back. Is that Zayn Welms? My celebrity crush? I take a step forward towards the crowd as the screams go wider and louder. Definitely Zayn! He holds the microphone delicately in his hands and winks to his audience. He sings the first tune from his popular song, "It is Us Against the World," and I scream along with the girls next to me.

Sienna asks, hugging me as I cry. "That man is my mate. I don't want to face his rejection." I tell them. I can smell his scent getting stronger, and I hold onto Sienna tighter. "Give the man a chance. He may not reject you. Talk to him," Ella mindlinks me. "Excuse me. I'm Zayan, but I prefer to be called Zay." I look up at him. He's handsome with thick black hair and gray eyes. He's not as big as Maverick, but close. I can't speak as I stare at him with tears still streaming down my cheeks.