Cody Zack Novels & Stories

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…”

she scoffs. I open the note: Recordings deleted. No matter what. Keep calm. Z. That’s how I know his name. Zackary is Freddie’s friend. The friend who had been giving Freddie all the vital information about Clayton. I stared at Lacie and covered the microphone on my shirt. “Zackary is an ally. He’s trying to help.” I said, showing her his note.

Cody shrugged, "Not like either one of you is going to make a move on each other. I'm just playing cupid." "Playing cupid?" I scoffed. "You're torturing me and making things awkward between Zac and I. I also have a boyfriend, which I think I've mentioned countless times now." Cody sighed, "Sorry. I should shut up but come on, Jabz. Why are you with this random Evan kid instead of Zac?" My eyebrows pulled together, "What? Why would I be with Zac? We're only friends, it's not like that." Cody scoffed, giving me an 'are you serious' look. "Keep saying that and you'll convince yourself it's true. You're indenial."

Talia’s interest was piqued, and she said softly, “Such a bluffer! You’re going to drink yourself to death!” “Come!” The man with the crew cut opened a bottle and passed it to Kayson. “I’m Cody Yount! If you can get me wasted, you may address me as Cody!” Kayson nodded, raised the bottle, and downed it in a gulp. “Cool! You’re quite a good drinker!” Cody did the same upon saying that. Talia was seated between two women. The woman with purple hair tips asked, “Is this your boyfriend, Talia?”

"And you don't like her, do you? You were just playing with that woman!" His jaw tensed a bit more out of irritation. "Yes but I believe you didn't go all the way here tonight just to steal my wine, mess up with my pool, and talk about my wife. I will let your voyeuring on my wife slide if you're carrying a piece of sensible news." "Oh, well..." Zack took off his dark shirt and just let it fall down the floor. "It's your most beloved brother... it's confirmed, Z." Zandro straightened as he tilted his head. "What do you mean? Is it his new drug laboratory? His deal with syndicates abroad? or the illegal dog domestication shelter and experiments?"

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

"This is the world. It’s raw. It’s real. No taxes, no bullshit, just the hunt. You don't like it? Go jump off the balcony. See if the wolves think you’re 'literary' while they’re eating your liver." Camille’s breath hitched. She didn't cry. She reached out and shoved his chest. "You’re a coward, Zack. You’re just glad you don't have to be a person anymore." Zack’s jaw tightened. He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. His voice dropped to a predatory whisper. "Maybe. But I’m the coward who’s keeping you fed." He pulled away, grabbing his rifle. He didn't look back as he headed for the stairwell.

a voice snarled, one I recognized instantly even through the chaos, and I stared in stunned disbelief as Ivy's rescuer rose from where they'd tackled Garrick to the ground. It wasn't Kade. It wasn't Ronan. It was Cody, my younger brother, seventeen years old and shaking with fury, standing protectively over Garrick's stunned form like he'd been training for this exact moment his entire life. "Did you really think," Cody said, breathing hard, glaring down at Garrick, "that this family only had one wolf willing to fight for it."

“My warriors will continue the training you started. Lesion Pack won’t be caught unprepared again.” Outside, the warriors were already loading our belongings into the cars. Zack was pacing around, clipboard in hand like he was running a military operation. “Do we have the herbs?” he called out. “Yes,” one of the warriors replied. “The samples from the forest?”“Loaded.” Zack turned to me. “If we forget anything important, I swear I’m resigning.” I chuckled. “Relax, Zack. You’ve done enough for one lifetime.” He smirked. “Tell that to my stress levels.”

And how much trouble we would always get into. “ If everything goes smoothly we need to hold a cookout and pack a run. The pack has been under a lot of stress this past year. They deserve it.” I explain “ Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. Let’s just get through today alright bud.” Creed said taking a gulp from his coffee and shaking his head.