Zayn Perrie Novels & Stories

#Zayn had a sense of care for women. As for other thoughts, there truly were none. With such thoughts in mind, Zayn went to meet with the girl that he had never met before. When he met her, Zayn learned that the girl was only twenty-two years old. She looked very beautiful and generous. She was also very active towards Zayn. “Hi, Zayn. I have known you for a long time.” Zayn was surprised. “Ah? You…know me?”

I turned, my breath didn't just hitch, it vanished. Zayn was a vision of shimmering beauty. He was wearing a silver performance dress that was more of a suggestion than a garment with strips of silk and sequins held together by gossamer threads, designed for the high-wire acrobatics of the silks. He had hair extensions in tonight, long, vibrant red waves that cascaded down his back, adorned with silver rings. His makeup was ethereal, a dusting of silver over his eyelids that made those emerald eyes pop with a terrifying intensity.

Today was the meeting with the other emperors and although she tried to act strong, she dreaded this day from the bottom of her heart. Rayne opened the door for me and as always, she managed to look as beautiful as ever. The white floral pencil skirt hugged her petite curves and the long sleeved pastel pink blouse suited her skin tone. Her hair was held back in an elegant but not tight ponytail while two strands fell from the sides. Her make-up was so simple which made her beauty pop out more. "You look perfect." I smiled at her as I wrapped my arm around her waist, letting my hand rest on the small of her back as I pulled her close to me and kissed her cheek.

Working and taking calls is annoying, it takes unnecessary time and the clients won't just stop explaining. She don't like the idea of Zara coming to get her clothes along with her sisters, she feels ganged up. She sighed and let the music flood her senses, Zayn's voice can soothe any problem and it does hers. 'A whole new world by Zayn ft Zhavia Ward' is what she played and it makes her daughter lull to sleep. If not that she is also sewing clothes, she would've dropped on the table and sleep. The song is so soothing and even the thought of meeting her soon to be co-wife stopped worrying her.

and Jordan?" Zayn didn't want to talk with her. Zayn was accidentally bitten by the woman from earlier when he had gotten drunk while thinking of Giselle and mistook the woman for her. He tried to forcefully grab the woman into a hug, but she had bitten him to free herself from his grip. Danica was no longer as simple as when she had just stepped into the entertainment industry. The dirt in this industry tainted her thoroughly. "Why don't you touch me? Do you think I'm ugly or something?" Danica still roared in disregard of her image. "Have you ever cared about me these years when I worked hard in the entertainment industry? Why don't you marry me and just keep me by your side?" Zayn turned

Xoan ordered firmly. Yaslyn smiled reassuringly at Henry, calming him down. Then, she pointed to a news pop-up on the computer and said, "I think she'll do just fine." On the screen was a sweet and innocent-looking girl, Zyra Stewart—one of the most popular rising stars. "What does she have to do with allure?" Henry was baffled. Yaslyn smirked, "She can play the angel. I'll be the devil." "You don't look like a devil either," Henry muttered.

i moved back and held out my hand for her. "hi i am xavier albert thomson but my real name is zayn and yes i am muslim by birth because my father is muslim and mom is from paris . but i don,t practice religion . i can,t trust people easily and i am serious infront of other but the people close to me know how sweet i am like a baby ."i said in a naughty tone . she smiled on my act and it was so beautiful to see her smile." and you are ?" i asked her she forwrded her hand and shook my hand .

That moment, whatever shred of affection I had left for Zayn completely disappeared. A relative, who was listening to the gossip, added, "The girl who hit her must be really scary. She's probably ugly too, right?" Zayn immediately slammed the table in protest. "Don’t spew nonsense. Selina is really pretty. She’s about to debut, and she’s going to be a big star!" With that, he pulled out old photos of Selina from his phone. These were photos I hadn’t even known existed. "See? Isn’t she beautiful?

"Are you not feeling well? You look terrible." Penny controlled her breathing as she tried her best not to retch from the repulsion. She forced a smile. "I'm fine. Oh, I forgot to make an introduction. This is my aunt, and this is my sister." "Ah, it's her family!" Zayn thought. Now that he knew who they were, his smile was even more sincere. "Nice to meet you two. I'm Zayn Carter, Penny's boyfriend." Moira remained nonchalant, and so did Giselle. No one was willing to carry a conversation with him.

What kind of girl do you want? Zayn put his phone down and contemplated a little before answering. 'I don't know. I want my equal, someone rare, tough, not particularly girly_girl, maybe a bit sporty, free and nonchalant'. 'That sounds like you want a tomboy'. Gracie joked. 'Maybe'. He said, leaning back on the chair and staring at me, I roll my eyes and decide to distract myself with my phone. 'What about you Meg? What's your kind of guy?' Linda asked.