Zayn Perrie Novels & Stories

Zayn was sitting in front of the camera in blue and white plaid pajamas. The reporter asked him, “You’re now only in your early twenties. Although the scandal previously was cleared up and the company had proclaimed that you are single, can you tell us more about the type of girl that you like?” “I think it isn’t a type. I have a crush on someone.” “Is it?” The reporter asked in an excited tone, “Who is she? Is she someone inside the entertainment industry?” “Nope. She’s an outsider. She adopted me when I was young.”

I leaned on the door and clenched my left chest, where my heart is beating so hard. I closed my eyes shut trying to calm myself and after a few minutes, my heart is on its normal rate. I moved towards the sink and rested my palms on it as I looked at myself in the mirror. I must say, Cyrene is good with hair and make up. She did my hair effortlessly and I love it. She was able to cover the dark circles under my eyes which appeared after too many sleepless nights. She was able to bring color and life to my dull and boring face and darn this pretty gown that she lent me, it complements my skin so well. And she was right when she told me that my gown would stand out from the rest, even Alicia's

If it wasn’t for the fire, we would have all frozen out by now. “Be wary of Sadie,” Kasey told me. “She’s a bitch.” “So am I.” “Yeah, but she’s a violent bitch. Borderline Personality Disorder. Her meds barely work. She’ll rip a chunk of hair out of your head quicker than you can blink.” Kasey rubbed a spot in her hair with a sigh. “She went after me once for looking at Beau the wrong way. She thought I was flirting, but I didn’t even know he was standing in the crowd.”

"They both have two distinct approaches. Could you see it as well? Zayn is more of motionless and quite silent but mysterious type, whereas Dylan is outgoing, talkative, and always sweet." "You're being valid because I caught sight of those too. So, which of the personality types you cited is more appealing or palatable to you?" She raised both brows twice. "As you know me, I am not so much in favor of sweet guys, but I do like how Dylan is caring for me because I feel cherished. Also, I'm not into silent guys who are slightly arrogant, but I'm intrigued by Zayn's mystery. I have the impression that he is concealing something about himself on the inside. It feels like he is designed to hide

Every time talks fell through, or the gossip mongers blamed me for not placing more restrictions on their power, I’d look into her eyes and the world would disappear. Still, it made for a difficult few years. But, as I walk down the corridor to our bedroom, I can't help but smile. My pace increases of its own accord as I can hear Leda's giggle echoing down the hall - it's still my favourite sound. Except now it's double. Orianna. Named ‘golden’ after she came out with a head of Leda's dark hair and my golden eyes. Princess Orianna Lisette Sofie Lyksborg.

When I finally composed myself and unlocked my phone, I saw people all over the country posting pictures of their billboards. I threw my phone to the ground in a fit of fury. I closed my eyes and asked the system, "If I leave, will he never be able to find me again?" When the system confirmed it, I smiled for the first time in a long while. Seven years ago, I followed the system's instructions to save a tragic second male lead named Elijah Morris. Back then, his family had gone bankrupt, his parents had died, and he was raising a helpless stepsister, working three jobs to keep them both alive. He had no hope for his future and only wanted to give Abigail a better life.

Amelia’s POV Finally, it was the day of the competition. Zane and I had worked our butts off in the previous two days to prepare for today. We were going to perform ‘Senorita by Shawn Medes and Camilla Cabello’ and I was sweating profusely as we drove through the Ark Town and headed towards New Bryxton Town for the competition.

Danika Williams I called Elizabeth as I started getting ready but I was a mess. I didn’t understand what was appropriate to wear, how much makeup was appropriate to apply or how high my shoes can be. Elizabeth is great with such things. Parents love her, she is very respectful and sweet. “Oh thank god Elizabeth.” I breathe out as the call connects on the last ring. “Yello! Who this?” I hear a childish voice but it was a woman I could tell. “Danika here. I need to talk to Elizabeth.” I say as I go through the clothes in my walk in closet.

I heard Eric say from the other side and I heard another chuckle coming from the entrance. My head snapped in that direction to see Zayn standing there dressed in a Black T-shirt that clung to his body like a second skin, accentuating his biceps and abs. He paired it up with gray sweatpants that matched the color of his eyes. His long black hair was gathered together and tied as a bun on top of his head. In one word, he looked so gorgeous! Dahlia also purred in excitement as she watched him approach us. "El, you accept to be our Luna?" He asked, hope shining in his eyes as he sat beside Zayden and gestured for me to come over. I climbed down from Zayden's arms and climbed into Zayn's arms as

We all stood aside and allowed the nurses to bag Antony Dallas, and wheeled Mary Antoinette, and Anastasia Dallas to the intensive care unit. Mary Antoinette had all her brand new organs now, Anastasia Dallas was missing ovaries and had newly reconstructed ureters, but she will live -– albeit with a few complications.