Zayn Malik One Shot Novels & Stories

The scene shifts to a luxurious private club. This time, the screen shows only visuals without any sound. Lionel is seen on the screen, drinking glass after glass of alcohol, while Barton sits nearby, seemingly trying to console him. In the next frame, Lionel is passed out drunk. Barton places him on a bed before leaving the room. Shortly after, the door opens, and Riva enters, supporting a heavily intoxicated Flora. Flora appears completely out of it, barely able to stand. Riva removes Flora's clothes, then undresses Lionel, arranging them together in a suggestive position before leaving the room.

His eyes flicker with a mix of amusement and irritation, and I can tell I didn’t quite close the door quickly enough. “What’s going on, Maerilee?” he demands, his voice low but edged with something dangerous. “Why is your bodyguard half-naked in your room?” I meet his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. “I’ve discovered Akin is my One,” I say, the words coming out stronger than I feel. “So, as I already told you, we have nothing else to discuss.” River blinks, and then he laughs, the sound rich and disbelieving.

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

I sat upright. "What is this?" He handed me the phone. This was a live feed. About our son. Inside a warehouse. Crying. Alone. And a message appears at the bottom of the screen: "One file, one life. "You have six hours."

“Oh wait, you can’t call me. You’re behind bars, and I’m with Jordan.” “Hold on Princess, I’d like to let you in on a secret. I won’t be in here for too long, and when I’m out, you better hold your man tight. He may have lost his memory, but no one forgets a good sex. Especially a one-night stand. He’ll crawl back to me and you’d be left as the old nagging wife. So run along now. Wifely duties await you.” I concluded and put down the receiver, not wanting to talk anymore.

Some pictures were grainy, others painfully clear, like someone had been waiting for the perfect shot. The captions were worse. ‘Secret Late-Night Rendezvous Between Exes?’ ‘Congresswoman Kelly Brook and Anderson Grant: Rekindling an Old Flame?’ ‘Is Anderson the Father of Kelly’s Son? The Truth Finally Comes Out!’ My heart stopped. Kelly brook? My real identity had been leaked. And then, the worst one was Aiden. His name, his face. His connection to me. A picture of him taken from God knows where, placed side by side with an old photo of me, comparing our features. And just like that, the secret I fought so hard to protect was out.

Better than names people pronounced wrongly. "And FYI (For Your Information), Madonna doesn't have any girls. Well, she does actually, adopted so... none as the same color of hair. Besides, who's to judge by that when there's genetics, you know? She may have kids with a black haired man or something." He fist-bumped the air. "I said it! I could tell you were a fan with your firmness and all." "Oh, really?" "Yeah," he said and his eyes were on my body, looking me up and down and if only looks could act, he was going to be one of those Telemundo stars making me feel the passion.

We talked alot, about Malik's needle-like mother in a dress that would definitely kill her, about Gracie's laughter that was way louder than the music, about the toast Malik's bestfriend gave that sealed it in everyone's mind they were psychos. Best bitch; At least talk to your date, he's just staring at you. Me; Why? So we can recount last night's events and talk about the parts we liked best? Maybe you should talk to your own partner. 'Who are you texting?' Zayn said just on cue. 'Pokello'. 'But she's ten feet from here'. 'omg! How didn't I realize that?' I said with wide eyes making him chuckle. 'I always knew you were feisty'.

Zayn and Nana are sitting on the couch, watching the Bollywood film 'Manikarnika'. She has her hand in the huge bowl of popcorn and her other hand wrapped around Zayn's torso. He will kiss her forehead once in a while before they continue to watch and comment here and there. Amidst watching the movie, Zayn's phone rang on the couch next to Nana. She peeked her head to see who is calling but then met a heartbreak for Hidaya's name was blinking and her appetite just vanished.

Dylan once said, stroking Gaby’s cheek where she was hit with her opponent’s released knife. Gaby smiled. “It’s going to be healed soon. Dylan, let’s go to that booth.” Dylan stared at Gaby’s pointed booth. Dylan laughed. “Alright, just a photo booth,” said Dylan. Dylan stood up and pulled Gaby away. They walked into that photo booth together. They entered the booth. Clark just stared at them. He took a deep breath.