Zeyn Syre Characters Novels & Stories

"Myra, welcome back. Mr. Theon is in his office. He asked me to bring you up when you arrived." "Thanks, Elena." I followed her through the house, up the stairs, down a hallway I didn't remember from my last visit. She stopped at a heavy wooden door and knocked twice. "Come in," Zyran's voice came from inside. Elena opened the door and gestured for me to enter, then disappeared back down the hallway. Zyran's office was exactly what I would have expected—clean lines, dark furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the grounds. There was a massive desk in the center, and behind it, Zyran, looking at something on his computer screen.

She was completely the Harry Bloom I knew, and she did a good job in making Sindy a heroine in the story. Westley was a good writer, an inspiration to all the women out there. Even men could relate to the story of Sindy Kate. When I watched her interview, it was too late that it wasn’t actually a secret of her writing a story about her other character. Now, I couldn’t do anything other than reading and dwelling my life in sorrow. She met Arella weeks ago. I knew it because I wanted to know how was she doing, but she seemed okay and even faced her monsters of a step-mom and step-sister with courage.

After handing his work bag to Gianna, the driver followed her inside, leaving the two of them alone. The air felt colder, especially when Elmy saw Zayne pull out a pack of cigarettes. He took a slow drag before exhaling the smoke into the air. Then he walked toward the railing and stood near one of the pillars. “Have you met Lyra?” “Yes. And I heard about you acknowledging Sunny as your wife,” Elmy said, keeping her voice from trembling. “So… what’s your plan this time?” “Hm, nothing.” Zayne smiled faintly. “Why?”

Jaeyoung already seemed prepared to let them go if that was what had to happen. Reynez reached down and grabbed Sarang’s hand with his small fingers, smiling at her innocently. She smiled back at him, though her heart felt painfully heavy. Jaeyoung looked at her as well and gave a faint smile. But as Sarang turned slightly to walk beside them, her steps abruptly stopped. Standing a few feet ahead of them was Zayren. She had no idea how long he had been there or how much he had seen. For a brief moment, both Zayren and Jaeyoung looked at her, but Zayren quickly controlled the anger rising inside him when he heard his son’s voice.

"Little Jar, my name is Zayne. I've introduced myself on the ride earlier today. You should still remember me right?" She didn't remember! She had no impression of him at all! But Karen Joy couldn't say that. It was too offensive to say that. She nodded and smiled politely. "Yes, I remember." Upon hearing that Karen Joy remembered him, Zayne was very happy. He quickly reached out and wanted to shake Karen Joy's hand. "Then we will be friends from now on." Looking at his hand, Karen Joy hesitated... She may look like an easy-going person, but she inherited some of her father's fastidious character. She would not shake hands with just anyone.

Zayn, usually the epitome of stoicism, felt a flutter of nervousness. Susan, ever perceptive, noticed the shift in his demeanor. She chuckled, "Zayn White, are you getting shy?" Zayn raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Shy? Me? Never, if you're shy admit it, why do you try to push things on me?"