Novel & Cerita Zayn Malik Book

So I got out of bed and went to the library and chose a random book and start turning the pages. I spent about 2 hours like this. Not long after the clock struck one, I heard the sound of footsteps from the garden. I almost stumble while running towards the entrance. Zayn was covered with blood and could barely stand straight. He looked pale and weak. As soon as I ran to him he shifted his weight on me. I almost caught him before he collapsed. I was about to scream for help but Zayn covered my mouth with his hand. He didn't want anybody else to see him like this. For a moment, I had no idea what to do. tears were rolling down. He was in so much pain. He moved his hand go my cheeks and murmur

I needed the distraction. “Found it!” Zain’s voice echoed in the small space and I thanked the goddess. Sometimes life just has a way of working things out for you. Zain turned towards me with a book that had to have the width the size of my head. I swallowed, hoping that it wasn’t some new diary. As though Zain could read my mind, he held the book up showing the front page. Once I read its title, I was able to release a breath I didn't know that I had been holding.

“Maybe it’s time I finally go back home and take over the family’s business,” He rose to his feet and headed toward his room without another word. "Should I book a flight?" Mike called after him. But Zayn gave no answer. He disappeared into his room, his figure heavy with exhaustion. Inside, he sat on his bed, staring at nothing for a long while. Finally, he murmured under his breath, so softly it was almost a prayer. "Hope you’re fine… wherever you are, Mandy." Then, for the first time since that disastrous get-together night, Zayn allowed himself to rest.

Zayn had plain chocolate. “Would you like to tell me why?” Zayn gave me a small smile. “I really don’t want to lie to you anymore,” I confessed. “This Duazon thing is not about work. But it is personal and I am not ready to share it with you. When I am, I will.” I squeeze his hand gently.

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

“It’s kind of weird, you know.” Cyril raised a brow. “You did look stunning, though. Can’t blame them.” I rolled my eyes but smiled anyway. Zayne leaned forward, showing us another photo. “This one’s actually nice. Us three, first public family picture. Kind of iconic, right?” “Kind of?” I said. “It’s a whole moment.” He snorted. “Bet I can sell it to TMZ. I’ll caption it The Ex, the Stepdaughter, and the Heir. Boom. Bestseller.”

She said. "I understand honey! You know being 16 is crazy, and being 18 and 21, no one should ever miss that feeling of being that age. It's amazingly wonderful and you get to be 16 once! You miss it you lose! So I comprehend that more than anything. They say "YOLO"! They both laughed whilst starring at each other. "Dady aren't you a bit old for that though...like the "YOLO" thing "? She asked. "No Me!? I'm as sexy as fuck! I'm Zayn Malik swiry"! They both laughed at that. 😂

`~~~~ ~ Crimson Fierce Moon Pack ~ Zayn was in his chamber, laying on his grand bed, as he rested his arms behind his crossed arms. His thoughts raced on everything that has been happening lately, and he sucked in a breath. Above all, the elders words were still angering him! This made him to be in low spirit, and he thought of transferring his aggressions and frustrations to something or someone.... His eyes traveled to the little opening of his room, and he cracked his knuckles! Soon after, Zayn jumped all the way from his room to the ground and ran to the forest! The same time, Ralph walked to Zayn's room, wanting to discuss some official issues with him. He knocked, but there was no repl

Zayn stood at the bustling entrance, radiating excitement, his body trembling with anticipation. It was a supermarket! Since his rise to fame, he had never set foot in one. Now, he could leisurely stroll through without worrying about fans or paparazzi. It was a dream he had longed for! Zayn grabbed Larissa's arm and said sweetly, "Honey, I'm scared. I want to walk with you." Larissa forcibly removed his head from her shoulder and threatened, "You know, I could take a picture and post it on my secret account to expose you."

Malik told him sincerely. “Ever thought of dropping all this and becoming an psychologist? You’d do really good there,” Zayed said. “I could take it as a side occupation,” Malik said and looked up, “ CEO by day and shrink by night. The perfect balance.” “But you’re not getting into my head though, not me,” Zayed protested, seeing the look on his brother’s face. “Why? You’ll make a perfect client. I could help you unburden whatever is in your head and just give you…peace,” Malik looked dreamy eyed.