Zane Chan Novels & Stories

This person must have a formidable background. Zane's mind buzzed.

“Nothing is wrong. It's the opposite... People have been calling like crazy. Mr. Kim called to know if you have a space in your schedule to make time to go golfing with him... Mr. Josh said that he wants to invite you to a dinner party that he’s hosting on Friday… Mrs. Gant said something about a charity event… There are so many invitations…. And… Here!” Staring at the book, Zane reached for it from her hand, and listened to her say, “I jog down the names of all of the people that call earlier and their intentions for calling…” “Thanks, Emily. I will take a look at these and get back to you.” Zane replied before walking off with Yoko. After entering the office, Yoko teased, “Someone became a

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

Revanchi chimed. I pressed my lips together and offered him an awkward smile. Then Mr. Revanchi moved to the next person. “And this person is Zane. I don't know if you've ever come across him. He's quite famous and—” “I haven't, except from the first day you introduced him in the living room.” I cut him off sharply, earning strange glances from everyone. “Are you sure you haven't met me before that, Celeste?” Zane's voice interrupted.

"Mom, Dad, why aren't you cooking?" Kate sat in her wheelchair, shivering from the freezing cold. "I'm too cold, Charles! Let Iris cook instead!" Arthur rolled his eyes at Iris, not having any more patience. "Don't you see that we're both about to freeze to death? When Jennie was around, she was the one who cooked. We never had to move a finger! Do you want to get married to Charles or not?"

Zane. His neighbor from across the hall. Thirty-one years old, tall and built like someone who lifted heavy weights every day. Zane had dark tattoos covering both arms and part of his chest. He worked night shifts and always looked tired and pissed off. Right now he wore only gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His broad chest was bare and his jaw was tight with anger. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," Zane said. His deep voice cut through the leftover noise. "It is two in the morning. Some of us actually sleep."

“Hello, Natalie Blue Watson,” Zane said calmly. “What do you want?” Natalie snapped, shocked that her new boss was standing outside her door. Zane was about 6 feet tall with very handsome features. He had brown eyes and black hair which was cut shorter in the sides and left the middle longer. His smile was his weapon and every woman fell for it. Well, every woman except Natalie, who only saw a rich brat in him. “Won’t you ask me to come in?”

“Now we’re setting up near the swan boats.” “Oh. You’re with them. That’s great. I really need to find Charlie or Pete Eilert.” “Of course,” he said, realizing why she seemed familiar. “You must be Rebecca. I see the family resemblance. I’m Zane Alexander, by the way. It’s very nice to meet you.” This appeared to fluster her. Her cheeks flushed up an adorable pink, a color that went well with her luscious mouth. Her upper lip was shorter than her lower, creating an effect that was both succulent and girlish. Added to the big eyes and