Zayn Malik Ethnicity Mga Nobela at Kwento

Frederick said indifferently. "Well, well, well! Since you're so confident, I'll tell you who I am too. My name is Zayn Callister. My family owns the largest real estate group in the state!" said a young man sitting beside Luke. There were gasps from the crowd. He was a big shot. The way people looked at Zayn immediately changed. Zayn felt immensely proud because of this. In reality, he was nothing more than the chairman of Callister's Dream Group’s illegitimate child. Given his identity, he was destined to never become its heir. However, this did not stop him from exaggerating his connection to it.

Zain shook his head, leaning on his plate, devouring him with an excessive appetite, as if he was trying to tease her, allowing her to observe his details for a while, noticing his great human resemblance. “Why don’t you look like your people as if you weren’t from their faction?” He grunted with a laugh, "Ah, they are my species, my offspring on earth. This is one of my curses. I could only produce these damned savages with the curse of gluttony, they never know fullness." I stared at him dumbly, unable to comprehend what he was saying, he seemed to be a young man Kayden's age or a little older. How is the whole Sirana family of his descendants? "These are all your sons?"

“But it’s true. Zayn is my father’s illegitimate child. My father slept with a cunt and she gave birth to that thing.” My heart drops to the pit of my stomach. What the fuck is he saying? Zayn’s an illegitimate son? The guests immediately begin to whisper, their heads shaking in uniform disapproval. “Look at him... he's the oldest son and the most useless.” “He's completely lost it.” “Disgraceful. No decorum whatsoever.” “It’s exactly why he wasn't chosen. He is entirely incapable of control.” “A loose cannon. Imagine if he had won the chair…”