Zane Chan Novels & Stories

Charles’ eyes gleamed with a sick satisfaction as he watched my agony with relish. “I am Zane, '' I muttered. “Yes, Rita and I dated on your Kikachat Application before we moved on physically. She doesn't know I'm Zane” I confessed. “Wow” Charles exclaimed; “Wow,wow,wow” He clapped his hands. “This is interesting, you are the face behind the other pictures” I was face shamed.

“He won’t die.” “Nor will he get jailed.” “No one in the Larson family will have to deal with outsiders.” “Aunt Nat hates people who don’t keep their promises the most.” “Now’s not the time yet. I’ll bring him back when it's time.” Sally felt a little uncomfortable as she sat back and sipped on her tea whilst watching Zane speak solemnly to whoever was on the other end of the line. He seemed… quite handsome when he was acting seriously. However. The current Zane before her seemed to be a completely different person from the chatterbox Young Master Larson that had been there moments ago.

Ozouf had no choice but to cheer up as well as he entered deeper int the crowd to avoid any form of contact with Edon's eye. Sooner than later, Phelan felt unsafe being held up in their house, she whispered to her small brother bot to bother her as she made her way out. “I feel so insecure, and I feel overwhelmed with abnormal powers, so let no one know that I left the house!” She said to Zeff knowing that Zeff was aware that she was turning eighteen and was then the time to become more powerful.

That, the man wasn't sure of. Demons had a different aura but only a few people were smart enough to actually pay attention to it. Most people ignored it while getting too caught up in their appearance. "What's your name?" Kwan asked. "My name is Zane, My Lord." Kwan nodded with satisfaction, then looked and Rex, he looked weak but in his mind he had gone through much more that the rest and Kwan learnt that Tiana was a witch and a phoenix witch for that matter. This Rex can handle the truth as he had seen and gone through a lot.

"Do you really think she'll even show? This isn't even her crowd." "She'll show." retorted Zane "I've been playing Mr. Nice guy for over a week now. I'll have her begging for me to take her to bed by the end of the night. If not there are plenty of other options here bro." "Yeah much more suitable options. Don't tell me you actually like this girl?" Zander asked. "Bro it's just a bet and plus I like a challenge!" exclaimed Zane. "OK, ok don't get your panties in a wad!" said Zander.

Walking out of our bathroom, I find Zane relaxing in bed. He’s dressed in his black dress pants and a black button-down shirt. His arms rest behind his head with his eyes closed. I know he wanted to relax a bit before Everly’s birthday party. I can’t believe my baby girl is eighteen today. I feel like I just had her. Kai isn’t far behind his sister. In a few years, he, too, will be leaving to explore the human realm. I sigh, putting my hand on my belly. Here we go again, I think as I walk towards Zane.

Zane. Zane was the artist. He was the most dangerous-looking of the five. He had dark, messy hair and tattoos that covered his thick arms like snakes. He didn't care about suits or science. He cared about feelings, colors, and the raw beauty of the body. His studio was at the very end of the hall, and it was the only room that was always locked. That evening, the door was open.

If I sneak out without telling him, he’ll activate the GPS under my skin. Winona: You’re dating a billionaire, not a prison warden. Winona: And you’re Dianna Valdez. Remember? The woman who once intimidated a judge just by looking at him. The office door slid open a little. Zane appeared, still in a black T-shirt and dark joggers. His hair was mussed by one hand, his phone in the other. His black eyes found me instantly on the sofa, swallowed in his hoodie, legs folded, a box of siomay in front of me.

I didn’t notice myself shifting on the chair, the temperature is getting hotter of my seat automatically, boiling my bottom. Suddenly, the chanting ceases as he stops walking and turns around to look at me. My lungs stop operating, my eyes get bigger and the mouth opens wide, just like a zombie as I see him for the first time. Beautiful fuck! His cheekbones, jawline are sharper than the edges of furniture. His eyebrows are thicker than mine, both combined. His full lips are better than any model and suddenly I notice myself biting my own lips. He is irresistible. Oh my g- "Oh my god, he is looking at me." Rita and her friend’s scream. I totally forgot about these girls and about me. I can't

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.