Novel & Cerita Infamous Zeke

If I had to guess, that was probably how they interacted with each other in private. When she froze, Zeke continued, "I think we should stop contacting each other so often, Scarlett. I have a girlfriend, after all—it's not appropriate for me to have such a close relationship with another woman." Scarlett couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What did you just say, Zeke?" she asked in disbelief. "Could you repeat that?" Zeke took a deep breath and said with a raised voice, "I said we should stop contacting each other so often. Do you understand me?"

It was like my eyes had finally opened after a deep slumber, and now I had been fully awake. I stared at Zeke. My chest heaved with so much emotion. I thought he was a charming prince, capable and trustworthy. I thought he was a man of honor, but it turned out he was also a frog. Like any other man, Zeke Alexander is a fool who did not know what was in front of him. Finally, the wool had been lifted off my eyes, and I saw him for what he truly is. “Are you really this heartless?” I asked, horrified,

I wasn’t fragile, I know I wasn’t excited, I know. Those were the four-lettered words I was currently battling with. W.I.F.E. He pulled me possessively to his chest as he announced to everyone holding me to his well-built, hard chest. “Just so you all know, she is mine! And you know better than to dare lay a finger on her! I, Alpha Zale Van Dizetro, hereby claim her as my mate.” he warned, roaring out loud to everyone. And with that, he grabbed me tightly on my wrist. People quickly made way for him to pass in order to avoid trouble.

I glanced at the wounds on his knuckles—at least in the forest, he didn’t have to get hurt like this. “I don’t,” I lied. Zeke came here to build his name and get back at his family. His family were the ones to trap him in that cave all alone for who knows how long. I don’t want to destroy what he’s building just because I’m not yet used to this place. His eyes searched my face, and the dark cloud that was looming over him started to slowly disappear. I gently caressed his hand with my thumb just to get a reaction out of him and it didn’t disappoint, he sucked in a breath and his body emitted heat.

He crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain, unable to get back up. Andrew walked over and stomped his foot onto Zeke's face. He leaned down with a chilling smile. "Big Z, huh? The great king of Verhampton Valley? Doesn't seem like you're much of anything to me." Zeke roared in humiliation. "Get your damn foot off me, you hear me? I'm backed by the Driscoll family in Blumedale! You know who they are? They're one of the Three Titans of Gabo Creek. They could crush you without lifting a finger!"

Once again, skip that bullshit. The humans I’m with have made camp near a lake. I’m grabbing my clothes to go bathe. I still have some of the clothes I originally left with, but definitely not as much. It’s going to be dark soon, and I don’t want to be caught alone in the dark. That never ends well. Heading to the lake, I start to strip. I’m completely naked, which doesn’t even phase me anymore. I used to be so shy about being naked out in the open, but who cares anymore about that? I sure don’t. I quickly wash the grim off as I trace the long white scar that goes from my elbow to my wrist. It’s the biggest scar I have. Most of them are small, but this fucker is not. A zombie was trying to t

KARINA TUMBAGA Point Of View “I AM not insane. I know what I saw, Zeke. She's not insane. She's just... Just pretending she is.” Zeke flicked the cigarette from his fingers and crushed it beneath his heel, grinding it into the gravel until only the filter tip remained. Celestine’s mother had just been buried. The earth over her grave was still loose, the scent of damp soil clinging to the air. Zeke had stayed behind to handle the arrangements. I had left my mother sitting under the funeral tent, just for a while. I needed this conversation.

Before he founded THEM, he was apparently quite a notorious serial killer in his own right. Back when he recruited me, I asked him if ‘Zeke’ was short for ‘Ezekiel.’ He shot me a particularly hateful glare, which only goaded me to continue further. “Ezekiel,” I said, “kinda sounds like Easy Kill. You look like you’d be an easy kill, to me.” “I wouldn’t count on it,” he replied quietly.

He clearly had this coming. "At last, i agree to my faults. I may have pushed too far to have you lash out like that, but i was only doing this for your good", Zeke continued in his soft, syrupy voice. Taking the blame while also pushing the faults. "You want my influence in bringing down the Gu conglomerate, but you don't have any thing of worth to trade for it". Zeke raised his hands as if balancing some scales, with his right hand above the left, clearly signifying some imbalance.