Zayn Malik Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Handsome, ugly, every man cheats nowadays! I waved at their table, so the men snorted and yelled at the one in the middle who was serious. He looked like a sculpture because of the extreme perfection. He looks like Zayn Malik of One Direction. That band used to be my favorite when I was young. When he grinned, my world stopped for a moment. That man has such good looks. I was shocked that myjaw really dropped. Oh my, this is embarrassing!

"Ocean Draking hasn't shown up for many years. What grievances do you have with him?" "Zayn is my father," Rozi said. She did not want to hide this fact. The middle-aged man was instantly stunned.

“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.”

Ten minutes later, he came out, wrapped in a towel, looking fresher and more alive. Standing before the mirror, he slipped into his clothes and took a long look at himself. “Not bad,” he said with a smirk, flicking his hair back. Zaylien was seventeen, tall for his age, with striking features that always made people stare. Everyone said he was a perfect blend of his parents and how that was possible. Zaylien, has Lucien’s sharp, delicate beauty and Zayn’s bold, confident presence. But if you had to pick, he looked more like Lucien, while carrying Zayn’s mannerisms—the way he walked, the way he stood, even the way he argued.

"I'm here on official business in Westville, but I thought I'd stop by and visit my fiancée while I'm here. It's only proper." Zayn Palmer, the sixth prince, was a refined and elegant man. He carried himself with an air of unmatched grace befitting a member of the royal family. "Who's your fiancée?" Before anyone else could respond, Nerissa broke in coldly, her face frosty with displeasure. "Hmph! Sneaking around eavesdropping on others, and now spouting such nonsense?" "Nerissa, mind your manners!" Wilson reprimanded sharply. Zayn, however, waved it off with a gentle smile. "It's fine. Nerissa is, after all, a member of the illustrious Xavier family and one of the Ten Prodigies. A little te

"Maybe. Mr. Emir wants a grandchild soon." "If he just wants a grandchild, then find a woman who is willing to bear my child. Then everything will be settled." Azael Malik Zayn, the only son of Emir Dzaidan Malik, had lived only with his father since childhood. His mother had died giving birth to him. Because of that, he did not want to have a relationship with any woman. He did not want to lose anyone again as he had lost his mother. "Oh, it’s not that easy, young man!" protested Naufal.

“He asked me to marry him.” “Whoa.” “I know, right? Like that is so random. He thinks he's some Prince Charming and people would throw themselves at his feet or something.” “Is he cute?” “Really?” I arched a brow at her. “OMG is he ugly?” I giggled lightly. “No, Zayn is not ugly.” Her eyes widened when I said that. “Did you just say his name? What's his surname?” “What? I think it's Marcini or something I don’t really know.”

"Not that it's any of your business, but JoJo is my personal assistant." There was a groan from his younger brother. "Not that name again, sounds so masculine and tough and doesn't compliment all those curves I just saw." Zayn smirked while Jordan looked about ready to kill him. "What? I was just complimenting." "Keep your eyes and your mouth off her, man." Zayn raised his hands in mock surrender. "She didn't recognize me," He continued. "Because of the .......you know, accident and surgery." "You haven't told her about it I gather." Malik asked. "No. I still can't talk about it." "Well fuck."

Zahara said. "Jason, age 20, height 5'7, half American half British, also carrys licensed gun with him" Sahir was angry. Junaid chuckled. "Still his height is less than you sir" Junaid muttered. "Abbu will never approve" Zohan muttered. Both of them joked about it. Zahara twitched her lips to them. Sahir coughed. "Colour white and blond hair" "So?"Zahara shrugged. "I don't want you to be with any white guy. I want an Indian boy" Sahir snapped.

He found Zayn to be rather familiar, as if he had encountered Zayn somewhere before, but he could not quite place his finger on it. He quickly noticed that Zayn was dressed in tattered, bloodstained clothes, and that he had quite the tanned complexion. Zayn looked just like a laborer, only with a slightly taller and more muscular physique. He saw Zayn as poor, underprivileged societal scum in his eyes. He brushed Zayn off as a nobody unworthy of his attention.