Zayn Malik One Shot Novels & Stories

His voice rang through the corridors, summoning guards, maids, and staff from every corner of the mansion. Within the two minutes, the room downstairs filled—everyone except Amy. Vera and Daisy stood together, though Daisy kept a faint smile tucked away like a secret. Zayn sat on the main couch, his presence towering even without movement. At the last moment, one guard came rushing in, breathless. Zayn’s hand moved without hesitation—his gun drawn, a single shot ringing out. The guard collapsed instantly. “When I say two minutes,” Zayn said, tapping the gun against his temple, “it should be two minutes.”

He didn't have the strength to talk to her and it was becoming irritating still having her at his neck. The woman needs to understand that it's over between them. He let the call go to his voicemail, knowing he wouldn't listen to her crap anyways. He put his phone in silent mode and dumped it on one of the vacant tables in the room. "Woman trouble?" "You can say that again." Zayn smirked. "Looks like you're the only Carter that's been having all the fun here." He asked, making a face. "Or have you been grooving some African pussy, Malik?"

We had not gotten used to that yet. I quickly put on one of the loose shorts and shirt and breathed in the scent with the waves of chocolate hitting me to euphoria. Yep, this clothes were my mate's. My ears perked up at the scrunching of leaves and I jumped out from the back to see Zayn wearing a loose shorts with no shirt. His black ink spread along his sculptured torso making me look at him in awe. Moon goddess, this man was beautiful.

She said. "I understand honey! You know being 16 is crazy, and being 18 and 21, no one should ever miss that feeling of being that age. It's amazingly wonderful and you get to be 16 once! You miss it you lose! So I comprehend that more than anything. They say "YOLO"! They both laughed whilst starring at each other. "Dady aren't you a bit old for that though...like the "YOLO" thing "? She asked. "No Me!? I'm as sexy as fuck! I'm Zayn Malik swiry"! They both laughed at that. 😂

Zayn slowly walked right in front of the cameras and said, “I’ll be staying in Murica for one week. I’ll be in Little Rheasia, so if anyone has a problem with me, come say hello. Everyone is welcome.” Upon saying that, he turned around and left. A huge rift had appeared on the ground where he walked. It was as if the ground was breaking apart, producing web-like crevices, as it cracked under his weight. Everyone watched his departing figure and did not have the courage to utter a word after a long time. Even those people who had watched the live broadcast on television had turned pale with fear after seeing Zayn’s eyes on screen. It was as if something had taken hold of their hearts and was

Chapter 29 Song: Pillow Talk by Zayn Malik …………………………………………………… Maya POV …………… My hands still held unto the front of Malcolm’s shirt and i made no move of pulling away. I was glad that he was here-and i hated myself for that. I should be a hunter who was not afraid of anything but with what had been happening- i really couldn’t be by myself and Malcolm was the only person who had no reason to kill me. “You were barely gone for twenty minutes-” he stated and i closed my eyes as what happened earlier crossed my mind. When i stepped out of Malcolm’s room, someone had been watching me- and even while i tried to calmly open my door- the hairs on my body reacted differently.

"Just... make sure he's worthy of you, okay? No secrets." "No secrets," she promised. "He's an open book. A very hot, Italian blooded open book." My phone buzzed on the table. I glanced down and saw a notification from the "Margarita Senoritas" group chat. It was a message from Tiana, accompanied by a screenshot. I tapped it open. Tiana: 'Hey girls, if this is what dating apps are all about, I’m done before I even begin. My eyes need bleaching.'

Daisy, her daughter, was still etched in my memory. "Daisy is fine. I haven't had peace of mind since I betrayed you, even though I have everything I need to live a perfect life," she confessed. A smirk involuntarily crossed my lips at her words. "I've heard you, Zora. But what happened with Zayn? Did you have another falling out with him?" I inquired. "Z- - Zayn is dead. His ex-wife killed him in a suicide bombing," she stammered, and began whimpering.

_________ The line from Zayn Malik's song like I would seem most relatable to this chapter! A huge fan of Zayn Malik I am.!!! And I'm really feeling bad for Mason. Vote and comment if you like!!

Something I didn't want to acknowledge. Something I absolutely hated. Zayn stared at me for a few seconds before exhaling through his nose. He folded his arms and gave a small nod. “Fine.” Just one word. But somehow it hit harder than it should have. He turned around and began walking away. One step. Two. Three. My chest suddenly tightened painfully. “Zayn.” He stopped. For a second, he didn't move at all. Then slowly, he turned back. His eyes found mine immediately.