Zayn Malik Book Novels & Stories

Thank you for reading Chapter Eleven| The Cause Of My Sunshine. Is it me or is Zayn getting gorier by the second? Love, Coco

Will's voice wavered and Zayn cocked his head in confusion, what was he trying to hide? "Don't you want me to see it?" Zayn asked and Will raised his head in silence for a minute, then he let out "If I tell you not to look, would you?" Zayn returned the silence and Will lowered his head, he felt Zayn's gaze on him and before he could get anymore strongheaded, his grip on the book loosened and he left it in Zayn's hold. Zayn's eyes went down to the book and then it went back up to Will's face, he let out a soft sigh as he kept staring at Will who waited for him to open the book and ask questions. But to Will's surprise, Zayn dropped the book in front of him and leaned back against his chair,

But as they dug deeper into the employer’s involvement, it became clean that the combat would be extra challenging than they’d expected. One afternoon, at the same time as poring over documents in the institute’s library, Aisha came across a call that made her blood run bloodless: Zayn Malik. Zayn became a former companion of her family’s business and a person known for his ruthless strategies within the energy region. The remaining she’d heard, he’d disappeared after a scandal rocked the industry. “What’s wrong?” Rafiq requested, noticing her sudden pallor. “Zayn Malik,” she murmured, displaying him the report. “If he’s worried about Orion, we’re in more trouble than we thought.”

“You said he was going to be receptive to me. This is the second time coming to this building, and it was even worse than the first. He didn’t even want to hear what I had to say, and when I finally got it out, I was dismissed like a fly.” “You said you were willing to do anything to get back with Zayn, right?” the voice drawled. “Did you think it was going to be easy?” “But you said…” “Zayn Graham is the most eligible bachelor in the country. More so, he has topped the charts for the richest man five years in a row and he is the most feared person around. You definitely didn’t think you could disappear for three years and then reappear, walking into his arms. I told you not to leave the fir

Zayn got on his feet and his brother grabbed his shoulders. ‘Where are they?’ I had never seen the chipmunk so out of it. ‘They are still one person and she’s okay, inside there’. Zayn pointed to the door in front of us and Malik was through it in milliseconds. His actions compelled us to follow him inside.

ZAYLA Zane was fire and sin tangled together, the type that didn't just burn, it consumed. His mouth, his hands, the way he touched me set my entire nerves alight. It burned me till I was nothing but an erupting volcano, yet needing him even more. I was too far gone. So deep and drowning in the heat and want, until a sudden knock came at the door. The sound cut through us like a blade and then, reality slammed back into place. His brothers were right outside that door.

In his words, “You have your reputation to protect, Zayn. She's bad luck, just look at what's happening.” I hadn't stayed back to hear Zayn's response. But the decision made me like Amad further. Anyone who could stand against Zayn was a friend. And what were we saying? Oh right- A birthday. I smoothened the edge of my dress, and shook my head quickly. “No, I didn't. He told me nothing.” He studied me for a moment, and then, “Zayn has always placed emphasis on his reputation, Miss Kacie. And I needn't remind you of the publicity a billionaire's birthday has, need I?” He drawled out his last words, and I suddenly felt self-conscious.

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."

The second… A whole fucking life that’s mine with the man I love and am willing to die for. It’s dark. The throne is empty, and so are the benches that line each wall. I’m not alone, though. A sweeping sense of relief renders my senses useless as a familiar shadow plays over the forever bloodstained tiles. “Oh,” I gut out, tucking my hands behind my back. “Hello. Did I… did I miss it?” Zayn stands on the far side of the room, dressed in his usual black. He’s cleaner than I thought he’d be, given the circumstances. He shaved, in fact, for the first time in days.

“You prove it by choosing.” Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. “I care about you,” I said softly. “But I won’t be cornered.” Zayn’s jaw clenched. “Then don’t corner yourself.” Before I could say anything else, he turned sharply and walked out, the door slamming shut behind him. I stood there, staring at the empty space where he’d been, my heart pounding in confusion. My chest hurt from his absence but there was a much bigger problem. The missing book.