Infamous Zeke Novels & Stories

“Do you know the contact person?” "I don't know... I do know!" Seeing Charlotte's hand on the gun handle, he quickly changed his mind: "He's just a smuggler who doesn't do much business. At most, he sells silk stockings and canned goods! Really, he doesn't have the ability. There must be some mistake somewhere!" Don't give me any fancy words. Those guys are driving two Cherokees. Is it the Sledgehammer you know? Cherokee? No, no, no, it's definitely not him. How can he afford to drive two Cherokees? He only has two underage minions! Miss Devlin, this is a misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding. The contact's information is wrong, wrong!

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

“I am so proud of you love, but are you okay with everything that you learned? We did not have a chance to talk about it much before we both passed out from the enervation.” I had been horrified when Zeke had told me the truth about why he had been so adamant that I was his, despite all of the signs disproving his assertion, and then, I was just saddened for the loss of the beautiful soul who had been taken too soon by Zeke’s dangerous dealings.

“How… How is this possible? I clearly hit—” Before she could finish, Zeke lunged at her from the floor. “You! This is all your fault! You killed my father!” “Ah!” Snow screamed as Zeke grabbed her by the neck. “It’s you! You insisted on driving! You didn’t watch the road! You killed my father!” Zeke had lost all control. His eyes were bloodshot, and he squeezed harder and harder. Snow’s face turned a deep purplish red, and her eyes started rolling back.

My gazed lowered and Motherfuc — He had his dick pierced! There was a shiny metal on the tip of his dick and man was his dick looking like a monster. I felt him twitch a little under my riveted gaze but then he walked up and covered his body. “What the fuck were you thinking?” Zane growled at me in anger; as he adjusted the sheet on his body to cover it. But what the holy fuck did I just see? The shiny metal on his was driving my mind crazy even though I was hurt really bad, not too long ago.

, he finally commanded as he gave me his back. The first thing I noticed was his broad shoulders. Muscular and Potent. It carried the largest tattoo on his upper body. Hezekiah. His name was Hezekiah. This was the weirdest thing I'd ever seen or imagined. A man walks into a store, points a gun at two people, only to have his back scratched? Wow. The world had more psychopaths than I ever imagined. I gently and smoothly scratched his back while giving his shoulders a little unprofessional massage. I continued to do this until I found a rhythm and his tensed shoulders fell into relaxation.

“I don’t believe any of this.” “Ohhh, believe it, baby.” “OK, well… what about you?” “What about me?” “Are you really going to stand there and act like you were so goddamn honest that night?” She tossed her head, and he wished hard that her hair was loose and wild so he could catch it in his hands and yank her sweet, hot mouth to his, to shut her up and stop her from saying whatever cutting truth she was about to lay on him. “Really, Zeke the chopper builder from Arizona? The guy who knows Nell and The Highwaymen from drinking at The Red between scouting motorcycle parts, nothing whatsoever to do with being a fellow filthy criminal one-percenter? Tell me, did you help Gunner run his guns?”

But at this moment, a classmate with the nickname Pepsi spread the news loudly— “The latest news! The latest news! You should know Zeke from our school, right? He’s the one who sells sweet potatoes on the west side of the city with his mother every day. His mother had an asthma attack, and she did not have any emergency medicine. So, she died just like that. It’s said that it was his stepmother who killed her. He’s going to the Laver mansion with a knife to get revenge at this moment!” When the teenage boys and girls heard this, they immediately became interested in the gossip.

There was only one possible ending for Cain after having made a move against Evan. And yet, this sickly guy had gotten all the credit? Zeke's body trembled uncontrollably, his ears buzzing with the Leightons' mocking laughter. His fists clenched tight as his veins bulged across his neck and forehead. 'Every single one of them would be dead at my feet if my body weren't still recovering. How dare these lowly ants humiliate me!' Zeke's worldview was astonishingly simple. He saw himself as the one-in-a-million success of an experiment. Now that his body was recovering, he had long since begun to view himself as a god looking down upon all living beings.

Half an hour later, after sitting for what seemed like ages, Kellan finally emerged, looking like the King he was. "Finally, King Kellan! For a minute, I thought you weren't gonna see me." Zeke said, standing up on his feet. He bowed his head slightly, a smile on his face. "To what do I owe this early visit?, It's barely 9 o'clock in the morning." Kellan said icily, glaring at Zeke. The young man looked like a clown to him. Everything he'd heard about him crossed his mind, worsening Kellan's mood. However, Zeke was the son of a notable and well respected Alpha Maverick of the Darkmoon park. It was hard to turn him down. He walked to the opposite sofa, and sat down. Waiting.