Infamous Zeke Novels & Stories

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?’’

“Never mind me. I’ll just be your practice, babe. Now, tell me, who’s the asshole?” “You…don’t know him.” Of course, he does. Everyone in the country knows about the Lucas and their power. Besides, Zeke studies pre-law, so he’s more than aware of L&K.. But I’m a coward, okay? I don’t want him to judge me for being so hopelessly and stupidly into Dad’s best friend. I usually wouldn’t care, but Zeke is special. He likes my weirdness, and people like him are keepers. I don’t want him to run for the hills because I’m upset that someone who’s way older than me is out with someone more suitable. Someone close to his age and who works with him.

"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."

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.”