Zayn Perrie Novels & Stories

" Alright, you want the throne and I want my mafia Empire back. if we help each other out we can both get what we want " " Yes, but I don't want this getting out. you can't tell anyone about this " Zayn said from the other end of the phone call. his voice was muffled and he sounded tired. Ryan could make out a female voice muttering something in the background. he didn't pay much attention to it. Here was Zayn telling him not to let anyone find out, and yet he was having this phone call in the presence of someone else. he just hoped the Lycan Prince knew what he was doing, he would hate it if this plan blew up in their faces, there would be consequences.

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

Zoe says sweetly, that was her best fake expression, I knew it because she used it a lot. Zoe has never liked Quinn, but Quinn doesn't recognize her since it's been so long since they've seen each other. No one liked Quinn, she was just....Quinn, I'm sure she's only recognized for her pretty face, she's not entirely ugly, whole lotta injections could do that. "Thank you so much, I have the best stylists" Quinn gloats, flipping her hair and smiling. Mira and I look at each and rolled our eyes, knowing for sure that Quinn was about to start ranting on and on about her exotic adventures, I surely had no intention to hear what she was about to say so I got up, taking the drive with me and follow

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.

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! 😂

AZRAEL SARTORI ZAFIRA WILDER 30 5'8 Italy, Rome Independent Divorcee "Every moment without you is a temptation, every moment with you is pure surrender." ZAFIRA WILDER ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

Just as I was about to head toward the stage, a screeching voice stopped me in my tracks. “Alpha Damien.” I turned, my jaw tightening slightly when I saw her. Celine. She was stunning, as always, with her golden hair swept to one side and a red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. The neckline plunged dangerously low, and the slit in the dress revealed more leg than was probably appropriate for the occasion. She was a picture of seduction, and she knew it. “Celine,” I said evenly. “You look... prepared for the night.”

Pray for me and fingers crossed ❤️🫶🏿 Have a blissful and wonderful day, until then. Sincerely yours: Angel❤️🫶🏿

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

Slowly, he slid off one of his hockey gloves, showing me his pale, strong hand, and extended it to me. “I’m Zayn. Zayn Winchester.” The name hit me like a punch. Zayn Winchester, the lycan prince of the Silver Wolves Clan, the rival pack my father and Oliver had talked about with much hate for years. He was the famous high school hockey player who had beaten our school’s team in the finals last year.