Zayn Hussein Novels & Stories

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

Zayn commented. ______________ We already at home. I am done taking a shower and got out of the bathroom. "Wife?" I heard Zayn. "Yes?" I said and turned to look at him. "Here take this." He said. I looked into his hands. iPhone 11 pro max. It is expensive and the latest phone. "No, it is expensive Zayn. I already have a phone. The vacation and your love are enough for me." I said disagreeing, pushing to phone back to him.

My head snaps to the back door as it opens; Kia at the ready to attack the invader. Relief washes over me when Zander steps through the door. With his beautiful naked body fully displayed in front of me, I suddenly find it much harder to breathe. My eyes travel over his magnificent body of their own accord … over his shoulders, his chest, and six-pack abs, his cock springing to life. I can feel the blush forming on my cheeks as I sneak a look.

Standing in front of me was none other than, HIM. Zayn.

Slowly, he slid off one of his hockey gloves, showing me his pale, strong hand, and extended it to me. “I’m Zayn. Zayn Winchester.” The name hit me like a punch. Zayn Winchester, the lycan prince of the Silver Wolves Clan, the rival pack my father and Oliver had talked about with much hate for years. He was the famous high school hockey player who had beaten our school’s team in the finals last year.