Zayn Malik Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Now, here he was, her unexpected saviour. Her eyes wandered over his features, taking in details she had never noticed before. Up close, Zayn Graham was even more impressive than his photos in business magazines suggested. He was tall, Rina guessed around 6'7", with broad shoulders filling out his expertly tailored suit. His skin was light, a contrast to his short dark hair. A neatly trimmed light beard and moustache framed his strong jaw. Everything about him exuded wealth and power, from his perfectly polished shoes to the subtle glint of an expensive watch on his wrist.

“Khalid, he is Hayden Robert—” “Knight,” Khalid finished her sentence. Even their accents were the same. The only key difference between them was their skin tone. Khalid and Zayed had glowing tanned golden skin while Zara was pale as alabaster. “Navy Seal Officer who was, coincidentally, present on the night of your nineteenth birthday, am I right, Zara?” Zara stiffened beside me, raising her chin. “I thought we were discussing how Hayden saved me from being a potential hostage or getting killed.”

"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

Malik glances pointedly at Liam, who is still frowning and answers, "Unfortunately no." Oh! "And what are you?" I think out loud, but I don't regret. "We're very best friends, almost like brothers, right, Liam?" He grins boyishly, and I think he's kind of funny. "Yeah, sure," Liam says casually, reclining back in his seat. Oh, Liam! Always grumpy. I try hard not to smile at the sight of his handsome, but grouchy face. Malik moves to my side, nonchalantly, and now that he's close, I grasp that he somehow looks like someone from the Middle East. Like a half-Arab if I'm not mistaken. We stan for diversity, don't we? I love this.

So whatever. "Am I handsome like Zayn Malik or not?" I said confidently. He glanced at me for a moment, back engrossed in his cellphone. "You are a real foreigner. Zayn, not caucasian. So a different case." He said, without taking his eyes off the phone screen. "Well, Adam Levine." "He has a lot of tattoos. Ah ... different stamps. You are different with your own." "You are beautiful like Selena Gomez." She immediately got up. I purposely teased her, so she didn't tell me to pack all of this. Come on, I don't want to work like mothers, I want to seize pleasure with my wife.

It was already past seven when I drove into the driveway and I was stunned to see zayn’s maybach parked and just as I climbed out of my car, his own door opened and he alighted. For a moment, my own breath skipped while looking at him. He was dressed in a pair of blue pants and a crisp white shirt which was neatly tucked into his pants with two buttons undone. He was a priest but he looked more like a Greek god at that moment, i just wanted to pounce into his embrace and bask in the warmth of his sweetness. “Gattina” his voice resonated in my ears while he took slow strides towards me. His hair was not tied and it looked disheveled maybe from him running his hands through it too much.

Serenity said at the same time that Zayn said, “I’m jealous of his eyes.” “One at a time, please!” I begged them while giggling. “Okay. Okay. His eyes are exotic. One of his eyes is literally dark like Zayn’s, and the other is hazel-colored,” Hamish explained, and I gaped slightly. “You’re lying,” I said in disbelief. I looked at Zayn and he nodded. “Are you sure?” I asked him. “Yes, Lara. He is literally perfect. He’s our perfect hybrid.” Zayn said as he winked.

There was slight dissatisfaction in his tone as he asked, “Mr. Yaleman, what is the meaning of this?” Skyler was frowning as well. He never thought Zayn would pull something like this. If Zayn Lee was merely an artiste under Star Entertainment, no matter how popular he was today, Skyler would have slapped him for causing a scene at such a place. But Zayn was different. He was not only Star Entertainment’s artiste, but also Maeve Lee’s brother. And Maeve was nothing special either, but she was the girlfriend of the heir of a super-elite family in the south. The couple were even getting engaged soon.

Ruby explained. ‘An alpha lycan that has been cursed with immorality by the moon goddess.' Eve thought. She has indeed heard of him before but she hasn't ever set her eyes on him before, the wealthiest and most ruthless alpha lycan ever lived. She can't believe she has spent the night with him- Given him her virginity! But she had no idea he was The Zayn Malik, he only told her Zayn that night. Zayn really was here for Wright, it wasn't because they were close, Evelyn would have known him then, but Wright's grandfather was among the twelve elders, and so you could call Zayn's attendance- Out of courtesy.

“It’s obvious that I was born in Asmird “, Malik gave her a look that showed that he had expected her to figure it out already. “Obvious to you, but I’m a stranger here, remember?” “Fine. I was born in Asmird, I do not have a favorite sibling and I have a brother, Zayed and a sister, Latifah. My mom died when I was twelve”, Malik supplied “Okay?” “I don’t have a best color but will pick black anytime, I don’t really dwell on clothing” “Your life is absolutely, unbearably boring”, Genie said, shaking her head in pity