Zayn Malik Book Novels & Stories

Her voice was steady. “My brother.” A Past She Thought Was Dead Adrian’s eyes darkened. “I thought you said your brother was—” Ayesha cut him off. “Dead. I thought so too.” Priya’s fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up the file. The last recorded activity of Zayn Malik Shah. Not a death certificate. Not a memorial. A classified government file. Current Status: Active. Designation: Shadow Operative. Affiliation: Unknown. Ayesha felt her heartbeat pound in her ears.

Her heartbreak clung to the air like smoke. Zayn. The name rolled in my mind like a bitter pill, acidic and unrelenting. He wasn’t a bad guy. In fact, that was the problem he was too good at pretending he wasn’t a bad guy. Charming, clever, maddeningly attractive. And apparently, completely emotionally unavailable. The kind of man who handed you pieces of his soul like they were poker chips, but never actually let you play the game. I shoved the eggs into the pan a little more aggressively than necessary. The sound of sizzling filled the space, sharp and furious.

and Jordan?" Zayn didn't want to talk with her. Zayn was accidentally bitten by the woman from earlier when he had gotten drunk while thinking of Giselle and mistook the woman for her. He tried to forcefully grab the woman into a hug, but she had bitten him to free herself from his grip. Danica was no longer as simple as when she had just stepped into the entertainment industry. The dirt in this industry tainted her thoroughly. "Why don't you touch me? Do you think I'm ugly or something?" Danica still roared in disregard of her image. "Have you ever cared about me these years when I worked hard in the entertainment industry? Why don't you marry me and just keep me by your side?" Zayn turned

That's professor Zayn Johnson for you. [A/n: Feels like you're reading a new genre of this book, right? Please scroll up and see the chapter title. Tell me what you figured out what happened!]

_________ The line from Zayn Malik's song like I would seem most relatable to this chapter! A huge fan of Zayn Malik I am.!!! And I'm really feeling bad for Mason. Vote and comment if you like!!

His voice carried a note of sincerity that surprised me, cutting through the practiced charm to something more genuine underneath. "Of course you do," I said, but the sarcasm was gentle, more playful than dismissive. "So what do you do, Zayn?" "Marketing," he replied easily, the answer flowing without hesitation. "Freelance. Mostly high-end fashion and luxury brands. The kind of stuff you either can't afford or don't care about." I hummed in acknowledgment, imagining him in meetings with people who used words like "synergy" and "brand activation" without irony. "Sounds glamorous."

"T H e y... w e r e... k n o w n... a s ... t h e... d e v i l... t r i o. I f... t h e y... a r e... t o g e t h e r.... n o... o n e... c a n... b e ... s a v e d... f r o m... t h e i r... b u l l y i n g." Veer explained to her making her nod. "And that book?" "I think, they write their experience in a book. Nearly everyone . So it may help to others." Giselle remembered the book that Zayn had. He also kept putting all the information that he find out each day. So, it was like a personal diary to them. Now, she needed to find out what that book was about but first, she needed to settle on the table with Hyun. "Let's go." She aksed Veer who reluctantly got up. He was still very gloomy.

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.

But the moment Zayn stepped in silence grew sharp as conversations died and every gaze turned to him. He didn’t flinch nor blink rather, he walked with calm, steady steps, like a predator entering a cage full of prey as his expression was unreadable He walked to the only empty chair in the room and sat down with deliberate ease, crossing one leg over the other. From his pocket, he drew out his phone and unlocked it, his attention fixed on the glowing screen. To the men in the room, it was an insult as he didn’t care enough to acknowledge them. Mikhail, seated to the left, let out a laugh and suddenly began clapping slowly. The sound echoed unnaturally in the silence.

Zayn smiled and said, “They’re all merely small fries. What does it matter to me if they believe it or not? We should maintain diplomacy and not be driven by materialistic affairs.” Zayn was now preaching his way of life. After having gone through so much in life, he slowly lost interest in how others view him and judge him. All he wanted was to live his own life the way he wanted and on his own terms. Therefore, any misunderstanding from people like Mary and Brock meant nothing to him at all.