Infamous Zeke Novels & Stories

Penn stated. "Is there not a more delicate way to address this?" I asked. "I don't know, we've never had a gay wolf in our pack. Have you ever had a gay Duke?" "I'm not gay." Zeke rolled his eyes. "I like women and men." "We really are new age rulers." I smiled. Zeke seemed shocked with my reaction. "You don't think it's weird Zel?" "Not at all. Shocking, sure. But I don't care who you stick your penis in. And Oz seems nice."

Old friend, we have to quit meeting like this…. ***** I work to blink my heavy eyes open, hospital, I’m back in the hospital. I take in my surroundings and I see Alpha Zac. Is it weird to keep calling him Alpha Zac? Should I just call him Zac now? Zac is sitting in a chair with his arm on the rest holding his head up as he gently snores. Wow, he is so gorgeous. His brown hair is a little messy but still somehow perfect. These gorgeous lashes grace where I know his sparkling sapphires are hiding, I see some dark circles as well, what a wild day this has been.

“Hep! I’m not finished yet! You even dare to involve your children in this! You know they really want to taste the carrot cake. But because of these bad spirits in you, you ruin their excitement and happiness! Why don’t you try to watch Insidious again? Maybe the good spirits will possess you again!” Then Wevz touched Syke’s shoulders while the man was just astonished by what she just all said. Wevz look at the ceiling while still holding his shoulders and then closed her eyes. “Lord! Please I am begging you, extend your healing hands to this guy! He will be healed! He will be healed! He will be healed in Jesus' name! Amen!” She prayed, exaggeratedly. And then she removed her hands from his

He knows what he wants and he’s asking politely for it but I get the sense he might not be so polite later in bed. I flush with a wave of shameless interest. Suddenly, the car seems too small for us. The space between us is practically nonexistent. There’s too much of him here, I can’t escape it. The only way to regain control of myself is to…lose my shit. Or at least, pretend I’m not intrigued by his offer. “Are you insane? Is this a fucking joke?” I scream, nearly drowning out the voice of the band on the radio. "My, my, my, so hostile. And what are we gonna do about that mouth of yours, princess?” Zeke chants, undisturbed by my tantrums. A small smirk can be found on the corner of his mou

That maybe, just maybe, a small part of him grieved and was mourning her. But now, I knew better. He hadn’t been avoiding this master bedroom because he was grieving. He had been saving himself for Ophelia. The realization hit me like a slap. I had been so stupid! Zeke’s tall figure loomed as he stepped further inside, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing the smooth line of his neck. His smirk stretched as his blue eyes landed on me. Zeke might be a scumbag, but he was indeed a handsome man, he knew it and took pride in it. At 29, he was almost at his peak in his career and was one of the rising CEO in the city.

"Easy for you to say!" Zeke launched at me, swinging his fist at my face, which I dodged. Zeke was an Alpha, but he had never been trained to fight. He'd always been indulged by his father, never training to do anything. I almost felt bad for him. He wasn't indeed an Alpha to be feared. Not yet. He needed to be shown how to be feared. He threw himself at me again, which I side-swept. "Zeke, please. You're embarrassing yourself. Let's untie Vivid, and you head back to Greywood, and we'll tell Killian you and Vivid just went on a walk and got lost."

“I am not trying to be cruel. I have heard rumours of Phillipe's treatment. Zeke is an amazing guy. He truly is. If I thought this could work I would never stand in your way. But he has cracks. Deep wounds that make him do things like last night. He sees too much blood and something within shuts down. He’s broken in ways I can’t even begin to unpick. He can’t protect you.” I turned, peering out of the flapping tent material. Zeke lay unconscious covered in bandages. Red discarded wipes surrounded him on the floor as the giant Finn gently washed away the worst of the dried blood. His black leather jacket on a stick nearby. Nothing else to show for his existence. I have a pack. I have duties.

“Who the hell are you? How dare you slap me!” “How dare I slap you?! I’ll kill you right now!” Zeke kicked George to the floor, stomping on his head and growling, “Do you know that Master Wade had ordered that I must let Miss Wilson pass her interview!? And yet, you ruined it, you f*cking id*ot! If I don’t make you pay today, I’ll write my name, Zeke White, backward!” George trembled in shock and fear upon hearing the name ‘Zeke White’. He knew that he was in deep sh*t now.

I knew he will make the sky fell and the ground shake because Zeke took me and I huffed and slumped on my seat. "Don't think any violent thoughts, baby," I copied his voice. "You'll be shocked when you hear this so-" "I'm waiting." he cut. I rolled my eyes and he raised a brow because of it. Sigh. Waiting, my ass. I can tell how eager he was to know more. "Zeke is a rogue." "A rogue. No harm, huh?" he cut my words again and I kicked him jokingly at the ribs. I'm getting annoyed and he just chuckled as he catches my leg and made slow circled on my skin using his thumb.

Elena whispers, staring at Zeke, her jaw practically on the floor. Zeke Colts. One my brother's best friends. I would personally describe him as a complete and utter idiot who is seriously so annoying. He's been over to our house multiple times and on every single one of those times I either wanted to murder him or kill myself. He isn't per se rude or anything, but he's just annoying. Like, you know how you have that one sibling you love but can't stand? Yeah, that's Zeke. Except I don't like him. I just tolerate him. Most of the time, anyway. I don't know why Elena has such a huge crush on him.