Zayn Malik Perrie Edwards Novels & Stories

Main leads: . Zayn is a son of Steven Aurora (who owning by famous Aurora industries , Malls , college and schools) in England and future heir of Aurora group. He also 3rd young richest son in the world. Zayn is basically famous car Racer and idol of youngsters too.

As the city center had invited all the big names in Star Entertainment, Zayn would naturally be included. There was a sudden smell of gunpowder in the air. Due to the previous incident, Zayn had become instinctively terrified of Tyr. However, this time, things were different. With Star Entertainment’s prominent figure, Skyler Yaleman, and Zayn’s biological older sister, Maeve Lee, here, the boy could stand taller. That’s right. This Zayn Lee was the biological younger brother of Maeve Lee. Both of them were A-list artistes!

Zayn said as he broke the kiss and his hand moved down to hold Will's front, he press at his tip and Will shrunk with a gasp "Zayn!" he almost cried out too loud as he pressed forward against the seat. Zayn leaned in and gave his neck a deep kiss. Will's mouth fell open with a gasp as he tried to hold his voice in but Zayn wasn't making it any easier for him. His eyes got teary as Zayn's hand stayed on his tip and he glanced up at Malcom and Karen. Why aren't they gone? They were done getting all over each other and were now speaking. While Zayn wouldn't stop torturing him from behind, he felt Zayn's hand come up to squeeze at his nipples and he arched back.

She had never been beaten like this by someone in her life. Skye was elated to see Faye being slapped. She said, “Hey, Fifi, I think it’s best of you to behave yourself and call up Zayn to come here. At least you won’t be in so much pain. I bet you don’t know who Miles is, right? He is the young heir of Everest Group, a real rich man and a real big shot. A trifle character like Zayn is as measly as an ant in his eyes. Zayn is doomed this time so why are you trying to get yourself killed with him?”

he spat, stepping in closer to me as if forming a barrier between Zayn and me. Zayn tilted his head, his lips twitching into a sad smile. He turned back toward Amory. “Malicious words, CEO?” His tone was venomous but laced with sorrow. Then, his gaze fell on me again. “My most precious childhood friend... and my boss... are getting married,” he said with a deep, bitter laugh. He shook his head, his regret palpable.

Originally, Perez had thought that Zayn had come here to join him in thinking of ways to deal with the current difficulties. He didn't expect that he would hold a gun to his head. He was furious! Zayn was unfazed, "Of course I can. I only loaded two bullets in here, specially prepared for you." Perez closed his eyes as he gritted his teeth and shouted.”Zayn,we’re partners,have you forgotten how your father died?Don't you want to take revenge?We want the same thing.”

I'm Zayn Malik swiry"! They both laughed at that. 😂 I sometimes lose it dad....at times you are Harry Styles now you are Zayn Malik? You better choose" she said. Come to think of it....🤔 have you ever had more than one crushes...like you like both of them equally that it would be so hard to choose one ? Well it has occurred with me and I'm certain it has with many of us...you even! Yes you! 😂

she mused, watching him carefully, “you should tell me now.” Zayn hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think for a moment before finally nodding. “As a kid,” he said casually, “This might be shocking for you to hear, but...I had an unhealthy obsession with Britney Spears and Alicia Keys.” Katherine blinked once before rolling her eyes. Zayn chuckled at her reaction, amusement flickering across his features as he stretched his legs slightly. Katherine let out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Really, Zayn? This is the secret you choose to reveal?”

But before she could glimpse at anything, she immediately ran out of the closet, yelling at him for been a pervert. Zayn walk out of the closet in grey sweatpants and plain white shirt, grinning at his wife who has tainted neck and cheek. She adjust her dove hijab before walking into the closet to change. She wore a cotton nightdress and tying her head neatly with lighter dove hijab, before leaving the closet to join him on the bed but she turn around to face the other side, their backs facing each other.

The familiar stranger of the other night walked in, dressed up in a two-piece pitch black suit that reflected the jet black color of his hair and emphasised the rare grey color of his eyes. This is a dream. I'm dreaming. No, I'm having a nightmare. His eyes landed on me and I froze completely, forgetting how to breathe as my pulse thundered so loud in my ears. “Zayn Cole Santiago.”