Divergent Zeke Mga Nobela at Kwento

ZEKE. I slip away from Preston and his dirty mouth, drinking whiskey and discussing with that guy is like talking to someone who won’t ever keep their mouth shut. He’s been talking about this new girl of his, the Gamma’s daughter, Diva, though my question is how he managed to woo her, but I don’t ask that, instead, I let him run his mouth which by the way she thinks is sexy. She’s special, I swear I feel something with her, damn; she’s so fucking beautiful, I am thinking this will lead to something new. Blah, Blah, Blah, I already slipped away.

You're Not in Kansas Anymore Zeke Soon, the 'ludes combined with alcohol had hit ground zero and Zeke's last rocket finally took off. He was trying in vain to stay alert and engage with whatever bullshit that Mary Rose was expounding on. His brain and body were beginning to tumble into relapse and he needed a hit very badly; he was starting to see things.

DANIEL’S POV The blue light from the monitors reflected in Zeke’s eyes, making him look even more like the sociopath he was. He had been hunched over the keyboard for hours, lines of code scrolling past at a nauseating speed. The air in his private den was thick with the scent of ozone and expensive espresso. "Okay, for real, this is a hard task, Daniel," Zeke commented, clicking his tongue as he continued to punch mercilessly at the keys. "This user's firewall is strong. They seemed extremely prepared for this intrusion. It’s almost professional."

Ash covers the few remaining flowers, turning them a uniform gray and lifeless. And there, in the middle of the desolation, someone sits hunched over, his massive frame radiating defeat. Zeke. “Zeke!” I scream, sliding frantically down the steep slope, heedless of the ash staining my clothes. He looks up slowly. And my heart stops in my chest. His beautiful green eyes are pitch black. He’s weeping something dark and viscous...blood or oil, I can’t tell. His hands are tangled deeply in his hair, pulling violently, red strands coming loose with every desperate motion.

Zeke starts coughing, rushing to the door, pounding with both fists. ZEKE: (shouting) Open the door! Please! There’s someone here! He slams his shoulder against the door — useless. Smoke curls under the cracks. The temperature rises. Above him, the wooden ceiling creaks. ZEKE (V.O.): Am I... going to die? I don’t want to die... Flames burst from the ceiling. A burning beam crashes down, narrowly missing him. Zeke collapses to his knees, coughing violently. Tears blur his vision.

I cut him off with a kiss, completely lost in him. I forget that Zeke is in the room until I hear him mutter ”Okay, I’ll just leave you to it then!” Before he can walk away I pull back. “Zeke!” I call out…Fuck! Drake makes me dizzy and light headed with his scent and his, oh my goddess, he’s nearly naked and I feel his throbbing manhood against my ass. Zeke turns with a grin “It’s okay Zelle! I’ll see you downstairs. I’m just glad that you are getting along. He’s a good guy, ya know!”

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

VIVIENNE Zeke had disappeared after that day, and I chose not to contact him immediately, needing some time to calm down and think things through. Now, I was finally ready to talk to him calmly about the divorce. Just when I was about to call him, I found pictures of Zeke and a woman all over social media. The woman’s face was hidden, only her back visible. My heart pounded as I stared at the images, recognizing the familiarity in their closeness. It was clear that that woman was important to him, and the sight made my stomach churn.

Zafrina points to Kim, "She! I'm going to fight her! Is it not against the rules to compete in the challenging arena, right?" "Zafrina!" Zeke winks at his younger sister. He has already offended Randy. If his younger sister continues to be willful, he is afraid there will be no room for recovery. But he knew his sister's temper. She was the daughter well-pampered princess since she was a child. She was held in the palm of her family and could not be wronged. Since he can't persuade his sister, he has to start with the other girl. Zeke takes a look at Kim. Because he has been working in the Golden Triangle branch to help his family mine ore, he seldom comes back. Last time, he didn't show up

He did not want Woodlei to be who he was thinking of him to be. “It could someone else, right?” Zeke talk to himself as he rested his head back on the chair, leaning back as he found a more comfortable position. He needed to work at home for some of the days. Not wanting to take any chance since he didn’t trust anyone over Danica’s safety. Had the men fallen for his women? The women that seemed to broken by heart yet managed to be the most kindest person ever. The women whose eyes showed pure blankness yet managed to dream for others.