Metal Gear Solid Zeke Novels & Stories

They cooked again my favorite. I heard a car beeping so loud. I thought it was just a random car but sun I look through the window, I saw Zeke leaning on his car while his hands inside the pocket. He was wearing a shades with black polo paired with black jeans and white shoes. He was so handsome. Plus, his long hair was blown away by the wind but his smile makes him more handsome. The f*ck, what am I saying?

M. “He was killed . . . many years ago,” Zeke responds, a coldness in his voice completely separate from the usual slithery tones I usually associate with him. I honestly would not be surprised to find out that Zeke killed his partner, just to wrest sole power of T.H.E.M. for himself. I suspect voicing this suspicion aloud, however, would not be the wisest of moves.

Was the person an ally or was all of this just a trap? My mind was conflicted but my need to push through and save my mother was louder than the doubts that had settled in my mind. As I pushed my thoughts away, adjusted my dress and was about to leave the room. A strange chill crept into the room. Dark smoke coiled out from the mirror, it swirled for a few seconds and then it stopped before it solidified into a familiar body. Zeke emerged from the smoke and he was fully clad in his usual armor.

Even Zeke Arnold took down the level one training dummy in one hit. But that was using one of the training weapons. Plus, Zeke is a melee fighter. Q is a mage. A summoner, at that. That's why it was more surprising that he took down the training dummy in such fashion. “That was reckless,” Q told himself as he was massaging his knee for a bit. It hurt. That thing was sturdy. He showed the staff officer a thumbs up. He gestured for the next level. [Q: Level two starting in…]

Zeke added, and immediately, both he and Zach became busy with their laptops. About 5 minutes later, "Do you see it, Zach? It seems like they underestimated mommy's little armies". Zeke suddenly said, as he was satisfied with himself because of what he had just discovered. In no time, Zeke pointed his index finger at the familiar car– which was parked at the corner of Asher's company. He was able to achieve this goal with the use of the CCTV cameras– which he had hijacked.

DANIEL’S POV The blue light from the monitors reflected in Zeke’s eyes, making him look even more like the sociopath he was. He had been hunched over the keyboard for hours, lines of code scrolling past at a nauseating speed. The air in his private den was thick with the scent of ozone and expensive espresso. "Okay, for real, this is a hard task, Daniel," Zeke commented, clicking his tongue as he continued to punch mercilessly at the keys. "This user's firewall is strong. They seemed extremely prepared for this intrusion. It’s almost professional."

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

His uncle had given him the weapon to hide in his clothes, which was cold and heavier than it looked. “What are you fools waiting for? Go after her!” Big Trey yelled at them as they ran out of the crib, down the stairs and outside the building, to see the woman closing the car door she just entered, as it sped off. “Shit!” Khalil cursed. The opportunity to redeem himself and impress the boss had been wasted. ! ! ! ! ! ! Kimberly breathed a sigh of relief in the car, as they drove out of the lower east side of the city.

Kael had already prepared the larger stones, which Zeil couldn't lift the other day. Kael pointed at a smaller one with his stick. “Start there.” Zeil carried it. Then another and again it went, until he moved to the third largest. He bent his knees. Grabbed it. Pulled. His arms trembled. He barely made it to his knees before he dropped it with a loud thud. His legs shook. Suddenly, Kael was behind him. Hands on his waist. On his arms. Moving his legs gently into a better stance. Their bodies touched barely, but it was enough to send a jolt through Zeil’s chest. He didn't see that coming.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.