Mark Zusak Novels & Stories

After being abandoned by our elders, and being forced to fend for ourselves throughout the whole way; our wolves have found it better to keep quiet, disciplining themselves into treating us as if we didn’t exist, and in return; we didn’t interfere when it came to how they reacted when shifting. I walked up the stairs and back to the bedroom where the maids were busy fixing up the mess. They stopped when they caught sight of me, but I raised my hand, allowing them to keep going with whatever it was they were doing. I opened one of my personal suitcases, it had books in it and I have asked the maids not to empty it until I’ve found a proper place for them. I pulled out a book and closed the su

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

“Father.” “You’re late,” CEO of the ADAMSON ENTERPRISE, the largest money making company in the world, Richard Adamson replied, not bothering to look up from the slim, pocket-size tablet he held in one hand as he checked his email. Knight unfolded the cloth napkin fanned out on the plate and draped it over his lap. A waiter discreetly filled his water glass and left two leather-encased tablets containing the menu and wine list on the table before departing. “I was busy.”

She stopped only when she felt satisfied, leaving a child to endure pain no child should ever have to understand. And his suffering did not fade with time. Instead, it hardened and numbed him. Growing up, Zandrei learned to survive by shutting parts of himself down. Somewhere along the way, his pain curdled into something darker. He developed an instinctive aversion to women, rooted not in reason but in memory. A raised voice, a sudden touch, even a lingering presence could set his nerves on fire. Rage came fast and unfiltered, like a defense mechanism forged in a house where love had always come with bruises.

From his godly face and all the way down to his expensive shoes, this male looked like the epitome of perfection. Tall, with a lean body that only enhanced the stylishness of that neatly pressed white shirt over his well-defined torso, light grey vest and matching dress pants, mixing so well though with that boyish vibe as a few of his combed jet black strands constantly fell over his forehead, making those dark brown piercing eyes of his appear even darker and his cleanly shaved face all the more young. "M-master Nicholas," The maid shockingly sputtered, the girl immediately choking on a piece of bread at the hearing of her words, violently coughing as she struggled to regain her breath.

she assured and this time he reciprocated her smile. “So, what are you working on?” Kayla asked eagerly, now that the ice was broken. Zack touched his glasses and rotated the screen to her side. “I have to write an essay on this particular topic from Julius Ceaser. The teacher rejected my last two submissions because they weren’t good enough” Mikayla squinted her eyes and leaned into read the question.

“Um, I would rather you didn’t. I told you I don’t let anyone read what I write.” “Could letting me read just a little bit be so bad?” She looked at me for a minute before saying, “I’m embarrassed to let anyone read what I write. Plus, I have been writing this for months, even before I met you. So, the story has nothing to do with you.” “And why are you telling me that it has nothing to do with me?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. “Because, well, it has a character named Nathaniel in it. I just didn’t want you to think I had put you in the story because I didn’t. So if I’m going to let you read it, I thought you should know.”

Even the thought of it was so fascinating. Suddenly, an inevitable urge to kill humans surged into my veins and I flipped the card over a few times as if deciding whether to act on my sudden whim or not. It was a wrinkled piece of cardboard that I had thrown at the bottom of my backpack as soon as I had received it. I didn’t have the time to attend clubs being opened by university students when I had the obligation to run my pack along with my mother, Kendall Clausen. It was what I had been doing since my mother divorced my father, Alpha Arthur Clausen and they separated their ways for good.

"Wha—but why?" Zac licked his lips, biting back a giddy grin. "Well—the title for started." He shifted on his feet, crimson colouring creeping up the sides of his neck. "I think you might like it. It's a memoir—about a mother's love." My eyes grew wide. I couldn't help it. I would have never thought—Zac Miller as someone this sentimental and kind and caring and—just precious.

I kept it aside just like I did the first one and picked up another book. ~~~~~ By the time dusk descended upon the sky, I was in the last book. However, I got nothing until the last page, so I practically threw it across the room. I growled, frustrated and angry. I should have known that these books wouldn’t contain any kind of information that can taint the pack or someone might think of tainting the pack name. On the internet, one would hardly find any information about this pack apart from the very basic ones. Isaac’s information was not even available after he turned 21.