Bones Zack Addy Novels & Stories

Why did I sense he had a deep, dark secret involving me? My gaze swept over him as I processed his plea. There had to be something significant he wanted to discuss with me. But what was it? Why had he gone out of his way to assist me? Why had he been so kind to me? I needed answers before I vanished—I had a nagging feeling that Zack would pursue me relentlessly if I didn’t surrender now. “Promise me,” I said, raising my gaze to meet his. “Give me your word.” Zack nodded and replied, “I, Beta Zackary Jackson from the Royal Pack, give you my word.”

Just like I've seen him a million times before. But never before had his singing drawn me to him like the ratman's flute playing. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. Suddenly I was damn sure this was a mistake. “Hey Tate!” someone snapped me out of my despair. I blinked and saw Zack playing drums in Fallen. He was a bit smaller than the other boys, but he made up for it with a lot of muscle. He had energy for two and was always smiling. When we last met two years ago, he had grown his hair and wore a cap all the time. Today, he already had a dark brown hair curled into a rubber band and reached a little below his shoulders. And right now he was grinning at me like a monkey.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

He glanced at Ivy as if searching for answers. Ivy just shrugged, taking wild guesses. "Perhaps Chris is scared or hiding something. We don't know what he's been through." She paused, her brow furrowing with curiosity. "How do you know this Chris anyway?" Zack chuckled, his voice filled with nostalgia as he began, "Well, Chris is my father's adopted son. The old man and his PA were incredibly close, which is why my father decided to take Chris in." He paused, a faint smile on his lips. "We became inseparable. Chris and I shared the same room and were more than just brothers - we were buddies. I actually preferred him over my biological brothers. He was like a kindred spirit." Zack's eyes spa

"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.

Lea burst out in laughter clutching her sides. "Well serves you right for calling me a loser," Zack continued eating. John got flustered, he wiped off the mess with tissue and resumed eating. They spoke in general, and when the bell rang everyone returned to their classes. Zack was glad the last bell rung, as he hurried to the parking lot. He saw a brand new Bugatti Veyron parked right next to his car, and the one leaning on it was none other than the Alpha of the Fire-Moon pack. He was conversing with his beta, and two other members of his pack.

Terry roared. “Not bad for Silvermoon lapdog,” the man said while cleaning the blood from his broken nose. He stood up, “I am Zack Violet, future alpha of Violet pack. Remember that name, cos it will be the last thing that you’d remember in your grave!” as he sneered, his nails turned violet and grew longer. Zack gave signals to his men to attack from behind; Terry quickly responded by back kick them with both feet while his hand touched the ground. Both men were flying to the air and fell. They became unconscious since Terry kicked them right on their vital spot.

He could never expose himself, especially to this man. Zack felt like something was off, but he did not know what. Anyway, what he cared about now was that these two people in his life were happy. He cleared his throat and looked at Dave, his expression turning serious. “I am planning to go to Country Y…” Dave remained calm. It was always a normal thing for Zack to be travelling. He only needed to know the reason. “What are you going for?“ he asked. Zack sighed again. “I still need to complete the creation of the antidote as soon as possible. I feel so sad every time I see her passing out from the pain…”

he says adding pressure between us. Zane had made sure my hand was secured in a spot that wouldn't get injured or disturbed, so far, I love it.

Zack has black hair covering his forehead and icy blue eyes. Zack is a hunter. Hunters are like the police for supernaturals. If we step out of the line, it is their job to bring us to the authorities for punishments. He is the kind of guy who can shoot anyone without any hesitation but ever since he met Sarah he changed. He still goes by the book but he owes me a big favor.