Infamous Zeke Novels & Stories

I almost chuckle at the thought not that would have been providing very good ammunition to the old geezers that sought out to impeach me. "Do you make it a point to walk around with a butt plug in you or was today a special day?" Zeke asks. I can see the curiosity in his eyes, it was kind of cute. The curiosity then giving way to fascination. You the way scentists stare when they find a one in a kind specimen? Zeke was staring at me with the same fascination like he was trying to study me. I did not understand what kind of secret he was trying to unlock from me but I was enjoying the attention given.

I kinda like Ava, but Sam says she gets a weird vibe from her, and Sam is hardly ever wrong. Besides with Nicole. We're sitting in the first period, breaking off in groups to work on an assignment. She doesn't care how many are in a group, as long as we're doing the work. Sam and Nolan turn in their seats to face Zeke and I. Zeke leans over, his scent of sandalwood and vanilla strong today. "Are you going to be quiet all day?" he whispers, and my eyes roam his face for a moment. He has faint bruises from a couple days ago that are healing. He has bags under his eyes, and he looks tired.

I raised an eyebrow. He sighed and said, “Well, back in New York, Maxton really messed up Zeke. When was the last time you saw Zeke at school? He was in the hospital, unconscious for weeks and only woke up a little over a week ago. I am surprised Maxton didn’t go to jail, but Mr. Carter’s rich and found a way to shut Zeke’s dad up so he didn’t press charges.” ‎

Zeke trembled under the gaze of those pointing fingers around him. "Frederick! You bastard, I’ll destroy everything you have!" Zeke screamed with all his might, but all he got in return was laughter. - "You’re too impetuous, Zeke. You shouldn’t have gone to him,” Zacharias's voice echoed in Zeke's ears. "In three days, I want him kneeling at the Yorks' doorstep, ready to take his own life!"

Tbc💗⏳ Zeke's a troublemaker but could be romantic at times. Now we'll know what's going on in that stupid head of Zeke's. Teaser: Stay tuned!

will be nullified and you get to spend your last remaining days in a padded room waiting to find out if you get put down by lethal injection. But really, that one caveat is not too much to ask, especially since if I ever get a sudden urge to kill, I can just contact my boss—Zeke—and he’s good at finding quick work to satisfy my craving for blood. I was twenty-two when Zeke approached me, and like I said I had killed thirteen people at that point, so his offer was a no-brainer. Zeke is, as a matter-of-fact, the original founder of T.H.E.M. and something of a mystery. A disgusting slob of a mystery, but a mystery nonetheless. All I really know about him is that he used to be a serial killer, b

I suspect voicing this suspicion aloud, however, would not be the wisest of moves. In all the years I’ve worked for Zeke, this is the only time he’s ever opened up, even a little, about anything regarding his personal life, or his time as a serial killer before T.H.E.M. To say this confession has caught me off guard would be a major understatement. “I’m sorry, Zeke, but . . . I don’t quite see . . . ” “What this has to do with me giving you a second chance?” I nod. Zeke sighs. “I honestly don’t know. I guess I’m just turning sentimental in my old age.”

Jared pointed out the moment Zeke’s face came into view on the screen. “So, Mr. Manning. You’ve come forward today to make a very rather controversial revelation,” the reporter prompted. Zeke’s face was set in a little frown and he seemed reluctant to speak. “Well.. umm.. I suppose,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “You published a video online a couple of days ago claiming that the CEO of A&M…,” the reporter began again.

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.

“Zeke was born with darkness inside him. Not the kind you fight in the shadows. A raw, predatory power that can swallow everything in its path, including his own conscience. It’s part of the Alpha line, but in him, it was exponentially magnified. When he was a young teenager, that darkness took control. He went on a rampage that destroyed half the pack’s infrastructure in the old territory. Many were injured, badly. By some miracle, no one died.” My chest tightens, a feeling of nauseating dread rising in my throat. “That can’t be true. Zeke is… good. He’s happy.” I frown, and then add, "irritatingly so, if you're not counting this past week of his mood swing."