Zayn Niall Novels & Stories

Enzo shouts bringing an Ipad to my face as he makes sure I see what he is showing. The audio is mute but I see Zane with a gun pointed at Riley's face. I hear the loud sound of a gun going off. "Oh, Zane," I say slumping into the wooden chair. "You are going to help me capture your husband, London. He deserves the death of the people who are dear to me," Enzo spits out. I am dazing out in disbelief. I know Zane would go through hell and back for me, but I draw the line on where he hurt other people for me.

BANG! Gunshots. Zayn had lost it. He shot at the walls, the furniture-anything in sight. "ZAYAN, STOP IT!" Uzair yelled, rushing to stop him. But he knew... Zayn's obsession had crossed the line. If he didn't have her-he would destroy the world. And he meant it. Zayn turned to the room, breathing heavily. His voice dropped into a deadly whisper- "Wrong step, doll. Very wrong step."

Ruby explained. ‘An alpha lycan that has been cursed with immorality by the moon goddess.' Eve thought. She has indeed heard of him before but she hasn't ever set her eyes on him before, the wealthiest and most ruthless alpha lycan ever lived. She can't believe she has spent the night with him- Given him her virginity! But she had no idea he was The Zayn Malik, he only told her Zayn that night. Zayn really was here for Wright, it wasn't because they were close, Evelyn would have known him then, but Wright's grandfather was among the twelve elders, and so you could call Zayn's attendance- Out of courtesy.

I try to cover my naked chest and hard nipples with my shirt as he keeps staring at them like a dumb fuck. That's when I remembered, Ryan calling- Drunk Ryan- Taxi- His building- Swimming pool- Drowning- Chlorine- Ryan. RYAN. Ohhhh shittt! SHIT! S H I T! This is not heaven. This is a fucking hell in disguise. My cover is blown. He knows. He knows now that I am-

Zayn commented. ______________ We already at home. I am done taking a shower and got out of the bathroom. "Wife?" I heard Zayn. "Yes?" I said and turned to look at him. "Here take this." He said. I looked into his hands. iPhone 11 pro max. It is expensive and the latest phone. "No, it is expensive Zayn. I already have a phone. The vacation and your love are enough for me." I said disagreeing, pushing to phone back to him.

Behind them, Zayn was stunned as he watched everything that was happening. Zayn was Nigel’s good brother and he listened on to Nigel’s analysis of Sabrina all the time. Sometimes, Zayn would naturally take part as he felt like Sabrina was exactly the woman Nigel described. Yet, at that moment, Zayn felt sorry for Sabrina.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Fortunately, these young hunks had not officially debuted yet, so their asking price wasn't that high, which was a huge relief for her. “Miss Crowther, we still need one more male celebrity. Do you have any candidate in mind? We need to make a deal with him quickly”. Chloe had a look at the list and said, “I'll go talk with the last celebrity myself ”. After Jenny left, Chloe stared at the celebrity's profile on her desk before revealing a profound smile. On the profile, there was the name of a celebrity– Zayn Miller. I've been so busy lately that I didn't notice that Zayn had already joined twilight media. A singing show that he participated in completely turn him from a cello player to an

"We help those in need." As they walked away together, Eden felt grateful for Naim's support. She had been wrongly accused, but with Naim's help, she had been able to prove her innocence. She knew that she had made a true friend in Naim, and she was grateful for the kindness and support that the healer had shown her. Kylian pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her waist as he lifted her off the ground. She couldn't help but smile as he set her down, his eyes locked on hers as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

“My name is Mira. This time, and I'll give up the old name. Nayla is dead.” “What do you want, Nayla? You want to be a singer? I can give it to you!” Nayla laughed sarcastically at Zavier's words. “What do you want? Tell me!” Zavier turned to Nayla with both eyes already filled with red sclera. “I... “ Nayla stared at the front of the car blankly then continued her sentence. “I don't want anything from you anymore, Zavier.” “Let go of me. Allow me to seek my happiness, Zavier.”