Infamous Zeke Novels & Stories

And he wanted to get to know his son. Zeke aka Bishop likes to plan and strategize. He learned it from his special ops training. He's very smart, and he plans out the club's maneuvers. His shades were one of his signatures, he always had them on. He often joked that they allowed him to observe without someone knowing he was doing so.

“Be clever like me, Zach. Seriously, why would I want us to eat in our enemy's house?” “I don't know the answer, because your head thinks beyond my imagination”. Zach simply stated. “Look at me, Zach”. “I am already looking at you, Zeke”. “Those men underestimated us because we're only kids. Unfortunately, they don't know what we're truly capable of doing, Zach”. Zeke explained, before he continued, “There was once a day I hacked the information concerning Mr jerk's mansion. I also hacked the mansion’s structures and even acquired the mansion's original sketch”.

AZURE I stood there, trembling with disbelief, unable to accept the harsh reality before me. Zeke, my mentor, my friend, my guiding light, was gone. A haze of despair clouded my mind, pushing me to the brink of madness. "No, no, this can't be real!" I muttered, my voice choked with anguish. "Zeke, you can't be dead! You were supposed to be invincible!" In a desperate attempt to jolt myself back to reality, I raised my hand and slapped my own face, feeling the sting reverberate through my palm. But the pain was nothing compared to the torment within my shattered heart.

Zeke laughing, goofing around, people cheering. Then the screen shifted. The music changed. “Zeke Evans,” my voice said. “Known for his charm, his leadership, and his ability to win anyone over. But that wasn’t his true name.” “Zeke Evans,” the voice-over said. “Or should we say… Ezekiel Evans Jr. Lillard.” The crowd quieted. Zeke’s smile froze. Images appeared: A yearbook photo showing Zeke's name, old newspaper headlines. “Son of Ezekiel Lillard, former business mogul and head of an underground syndicate.”

he vowed through gritted teeth. “That is easy. I will cut off his dick, and make him chew it raw,” Zeke said while he curled his fist tightly to a ball. This was no longer about him. This was about everyone he loved involved. This man was messing with the wrong person, and he was going to remind him of his place. Six feet under the ground, that is.

With three alphas pitted against one, the outcome was all but certain. We drove past the soldiers, and I underestimated Zeke's knowledge of the pack's inner workings. Vince may have lost his title, but his connections remained intact. Zeke's friends had pinpointed his location, leading us to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The building seemed empty of any signs of life or activity. We pulled up to the entrance and headed inside. There was a fucking sex club full of underage girls inside. “What the fuck is wrong with that bastard?” Ziah said it angrily. “I'm so disgusted that he's still committing the crime he was accused of without any form of remorse.”

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’

"Let her celebrate her birthday with Cole, her boyfriend. You are not the center of the universe, Zoey says while crossing her arms. At her, Cole snarls. Growls, yes. similar to a real dog. While everyone else simply ignores him, Maggie laughs. After lunch, Zeke drives me to class while I listen to him tell me about the time he saw one of the cooks smoking marijuana in the kitchen and how he thinks they use dog meat. He continues, "I don't know. I just prefer to avoid eating a cute little puppy." As I pause at the entrance to my history class, I smirk. "I adore you, Zeke, but you need to stop berating the chefs. They're really lovely people, in fact."