Zayn Malik Book Novels & Stories

We never got along, but he can also be a place to confide in, when I have a problem, and he shouldn't know. "Just calm down. I, Zayn Malik's twin, will have a girlfriend as beautiful as Gigi Hadid." "They've broken up!" Aldo and I often talk harshly and swear at each other. He sometimes doesn't think of me as a big sister. That's what makes me want to kick him. "Eh .. teacher's mouth." I immediately closed my mouth. Heard Mother's warning. Sometimes my mouth is insolent, you can't brake it. "Mother, Rara will go first. Already want to come in." It's 6.32 o'clock. I can't be late.

"No, you're not. Be grateful he reported directly to me and not the king himself. You never get to learn that I'm the wall standing between you and your father. He would punish you according and I'll get to watch, that I don't want, Son" Zayn nodded gently with his little head and she continued, "Now tell me the truth, nothing but the truth and I'll let you go out with your friends" Zayn hesitates for a moment and then lets down his head, "I was searching for a book, The king who never was" Rita's jaw dropped in shock, "What?" She looked around to ensure no one was watching and turned back to him, "How do you know there is the such book?"

“You didn’t even wait for us? Betrayal!” “You’re literally the first one to see it?” Zendaya added, scandalized. “Do you realize what a crime that is? I demand a tour. A virtual tour at least.” “Ladies, ladies,” Malik said dramatically, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. “What can I say? I’m the chosen one. VIP access only.” “Please,” Denise scoffed. “You just ran over here because you’re nosy.” “Nosy but loyal,” Malik corrected. “And unlike you two, I actually contribute to the mission. I’m her stylist-slash-strategist-slash-emotional support system.”

It did not matter if we were lying to the world or not. I posted another picture of Cole and I, taken just before we left the hotel and captioned it with: Off to THE resort island. I had browsed about Zayn's property and realized, with a bit of surprise, that it was one of the best resorts in the Maldives, second only to the one owned by the Prime Minister of the country.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

“I’m well aware of that. However, I had promised to hand him the book and if we don’t give it to him, he could grow upset! Unlike Kaleb, we can’t just dismiss him easily. After all, he’s even more dangerous than Damian! That itself is the biggest concern!” “Hahaha! Have no worries, brother, for I have an idea! If all goes well, then not only will we be able to keep the Book of Beasts for ourselves, but we’ll also be able to rid ourselves of this Gerald person!” announced a middle-aged man as he squinted his eyes. “What’s your plan, Zayn?” asked Zander. “Heh, after hearing about Gerald, I ordered my men to investigate more about him. Granted, I didn’t get many results. I did, however, manage

"I will, baby, just not in front of these hungry, celibate monks." He said, loud enough to be overheard by his brothers. "Who says I haven't been fucking my share of pussies, I'm not even shipped like your ass!" Zayn said in his defence while Malik looked like he would rather be anywhere else in the world than be here listening to this convo. Some trip they were and somehow, JoJo felt like a art of them.

“I see. Is it because I’m a mafia boss?” I looked away from him. “Well, yes. I mean, you don’t look like someone who would fancy reading. You’re hard as a rock, so I doubt that you are interested in books. You can’t blame me much,” I said defensively. Zayn opened the first book in his hand. “Dantes Tu…” he spoke fluidly in French, causing my jaw to drop on the floor. “So, future wife, never judge a book by its cover, you might be stunned at the various facets it would have.”

"By the way, I'm at the main gate waiting for the door to open." Before I could finish talking, the gate opened and I slipped through it. I stood there for a while, watching the huge compound. The Blacks are one of the richest people in New York so it wasn't a surprise to see the kind of house they live in. I knew every corner of the building, I knew Mr. and Mrs. Black's room, I knew Stephanie's room but not Zayn's. He was the only one who I didn't know about his room. Zayn was notorious. At 18 he was already involved in keeping a bad gang around him, he smokes, and he fucked any girl he wants without even thinking about STDs. I mean, what if he contracted a dangerous disease during his rend