Zayn Perrie Novels & Stories

OHMYFUCKINGGOD this is huuuuuuge @camerontaygirl kind of disappointing how the guy who dropped the biggest album of the year and went on to win the prize for the best artist of the year, best debut album & shit, got it with such an ugly girl??? like??? he can do so much better??? @camtaytay are u blind or ARE U BLIND? have u seen her side profile in the pic??? & her body?? or maybe even her insta ??? i could sell my soul to the devil and still not be half as beautiful as her !1!1! god . i . want . her .

“Mi è mancata la mia migliore amica.” Sienna blinked. “Okay… not bad. Still sounds like you swallowed a vowel, though.” I threw a pillow at her. “Stop it” She caught it midair. “And you’re blushing again.” “Stop saying that!” Just then, footsteps sounded again from the top of the stairs. Instinctively, I glanced up, just in time to see Zayne descending this time, his phone in one hand, the other shoved casually in his pocket. He looked…effortless, tattoos trailed from his neck down to his chest and arms, grey pants, hair slightly tousled as if he’d run his hand through it too many times.

He was the one that had dragged here after all. “You’re probably still pretty skeptical of me and don’t trust me. That’s fine. It’ll change over time.” Zayn said, leading me down the stairs we’d taken when we first came. “You sound so sure of that.” She scoffed. “Because I know it’s going to happen.” He stopped and turned to me before speaking again. “I don’t believe I introduced myself well. Zayn Pierce. Beta of Red Moon Pack.” He gave me a small bow.

He drank from his cup and when he spoke to me again, his voice was husky and his breath smelt like alcohol, the scent was surprisingly intoxicating. “I'm Zayn." He stretched his hand out to me, I stretched mine and he took my wrist and pulled me to him. “You are so fucking pretty... Look at that Pretty mouth." “Uh... I'm Rainee." I tried pushing off of him but he wanted me there, he held me still. Call me crazy the thought of him wanting me, made me want him. “Unique name." I shrugged. “My mum thought I'd turn out to be a super model I guess."

I was alone with her now. Victoria leaned against the railing and looked out at the gardens. Calm. Elegant. Like we were just two women enjoying the evening. "Do you know why Zayn never dates publicly?" she asked. I didn't answer. "He's careful," she continued. "Very careful about who he's seen with. Who he lets close." She turned to look at me. "You're the first woman he brought to a family event in years." "I don't know what you want me to say."

01~ Mia Harper The alarms rang, and I just wanted to stay in bed. Another stressful day... how did last night pass so quickly? I thought to myself as I got up from bed. My name is Mia Harper, the first child of my late parents, Henry and Kate Harper. After the tragic passing of my parents, I was left to cater for Jeremiah, my not-so-little younger brother. Jere, who is now in his third year of college, has a knack for getting on my nerves; I can hardly think of a day he hasn’t used his height as a getaway to mock me. Well, it’s not my fault that I’m short.

Bree's Pov Blonde Braided updo hairstyle, simple but elegant makeup matching with nude blush shade lipstick, a pair of pear-shaped diamond teardrop earrings matching with a princess necklace having 5 pear-shaped diamond pendants and an old rose open shoulder maxi long gown dress showing my body curves and firm cleavage with a long slit exposing my right thigh. "So this is what I look like huh!" I state while looking at myself in a full body mirror. "Give me an elegant turn darling," Robert said, my makeup artist for tonight.

Anna left her room. Hannah immediately locked the door and laid on the bed. It especially felt like a long day. Her brain was getting clouded with his thoughts. She grabbed her phone and logged in to Instagram. She has an account with a username "Lost in the unknown." Hannah does not have any friends so it is a public account. But she does not post her pictures there. Most of her posts are environment related. Like the pictures of sky, trees, birds, water or falling leaves, flowers etc.

dad tries to reassure me by clasping a hand on my shoulder. “Who says I’m nervous?” I mumble back. He raises a questioning eyebrow and chuckles. He’s right, though, I feel fucking giddy. I keep on fidgeting, and no doubt he can smell the nerves rolling off me. The soft music of Ed Sheeran's ‘Perfect’ starts playing, and the doors open as Chloe and then Skyla starts to walk down the aisle in white sequin dresses. My heart thunders in my chest as I wait for her. Everyone stands as she walks toward me.

Zayn comments. Smiling as he remembers his past with his late wife, he says, "Morgana was born when I was only 18, but at the time, I was already a responsible young man. I started working early, at the age of 13; it was the best thing my father did for me. I became responsible during my adolescence, so I've been working in the stock market and fashion for thirty years now. My little princess also started early, she became a photographic model as a baby, and she didn't want to stop over time. My daughter doesn't depend on me for anything; she's been making her own money for many years. She never wanted to leave home; it's just the two of us," he pauses as they reach the table.