Zoey 101 Dustin の小説・ストーリー

Even though Erin had no hope still she tried to cheer her up. They walked towards the ground and Hannah spotted Zion with Ron and Nef. They were busy laughing, cursing and punching each other without any worry in the world while she... she was about to lose her mind. Zion saw her coming to the ground. His eyes held her for a while. A girl in simple jeans and a hoodie was drowning in his heart today. In fact she always had. But he trusted his unnecessarily genius brain more. Now, when he did not listen to it today, the world felt totally different.

Alpha Damien spat out with venom in his tone. He continued. “Now clean this place up before I cause you pain!” Ariel obeyed immediately, rushing back to the kitchen with tears in her eyes and her face flaming with embarrassment. Her whole body was soaked through with the soup, and she smelt like mustard and onions. She got a rag and a dustpan and quickly headed back to the dining table. She cleaned and wiped the floor until she was satisfied with its cleanliness before she headed back to the kitchen to wash the rag and the dustpan.

“What why —” Shoving the glass in my face, as I spluttered the drink everywhere he forcefully made me drink it. Just as the scorching taste of the drink burnt through my throat I started feeling a bit dizzy, I grabbed on to Lynn’s arm for support before my legs could give up, “Lynn, I don’t feel —” I stuttered and everything after that was a whim. * * * * * * * Zane’s POV * * * * * * * I watched as Lynn took Amelia to the dance floor, and he was so close to her body that the wine glass in my hand shattered when I clenched my fist on it tightly.

But at the end of the day, he is Shane Black's son. I've always watched Zayn play. He wasn't someone who got popular because of his father. He was a talented guy that deserves all the hype he was getting. "Because of the game," I whispered. He chuckled and turned around on the bed. "I can't sleep because I needed to hear your voice." He whispered. Oh, please. "Why did you do that in School? Do you think that will stop everyone from seeing me as a whore? Will that make them think otherwise about me?" I queried calmly.

His smile faltered, and he tasted the dish himself, only to rush to the trash to spit it out. Taking advantage of his distraction, I grabbed the plate and bowl and dumped their contents onto him. Before he could react, I darted out of the room, barefoot, sprinting for freedom.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.