Zach Dempsey Novels & Stories

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

“My kids are eating mac and cheese and doesn’t need their biological father showing up soaking wet like a telenovela plot twist.” “Is the German boy inside?” Zach rested one arm on the steering wheel, his eyes on me with a calm that felt entirely fake. “Huh, what you gonna do about it?” Something moved in his jaw. “He’s very dedicated,” Zach said. “He can read an emergency situation without turning it into a primate dominance display.” “Impressive.” “Very. He can also knock on doors, ask permission, and refrain from treating a woman’s thigh like public property. Advanced technology.”

Jeremy chuckled as we walked to Mávros building. Jeremy was too enthusiastically active this morning about the date he had with this girl he met online. Sofia was keenly listening to him while I took a sip of my coffee. I still have half an hour to spare so I listened to him as well, but my mind was somewhere else. It was on someone who had the most intense ocean blue eyes I’ve dreamed about last night. Devin, he was all I could think about before I slept and when I woke up.

He stammered. He exhaled in the silence as a sudden breeze blew past his face- "Hi. I'm Zach. Zach Dempsey" He whispered and it was almost okay for him as he looked at the intense stares- -before there was a yell that sprung from the crowds that almost came as sudden as a shock to Zachary. He was taken aback by the words of one of them- "Fatty Zakky" His words came to Zach as he looked at the now jeering people suddenly amused by the shaming joke, with some of the people, going as far as to holding out a pointing finger.

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He held out his hand to me, saying, "In case you didn't catch it, I'm Liam." I shook his hand and gave him a flat smile. "I'm Etheral." He nodded and gestured to the others. "The one to the left is Mel, and the other one is Yap." I shook their hands, still a bit uneasy and unsure in the presence of these strangers, but doing my best to hide it. My senses finally allowed me to tag a name onto the wolves that had previously chased me. Mel would be the black wolf, and Yap was the dark brown one.

His goal was clear: to undermine Jeremy's success as head coach and reclaim the position for himself. Despite the turmoil, Jeremy remained resolute. His focus was split between managing the Cannibals and his new venture with the Denver Outlaws. The women's football league had recently approved the sale of the Outlaws to Jeremy, a move that marked a significant milestone in his career. With this new responsibility, Jeremy had to make strategic decisions quickly and effectively. One of his first was to hire Chris Wixson, affectionately known as "The Wiz," as the Outlaws' QB coach. This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close frie

“And made a side trip to Egypt for four days before going back to Iraq.” Zach looked at her calmly and shifted his gaze to Damon, who is just sitting and listening casually to their conversation, one arm draped over the back of Alex’s chair. But he noted that he seems to be observing the surroundings intently. The way his body posture is oriented, Zach would think that he is ready to jump for any emergencies or attacks. “What about you, man?” Zach asked calmly, looking at him. “What do you do?” Damon looked at him evenly. “Oh, jobs here and there,” he answered casually. “Sort of contract jobs. Not much but it pays the bills.”