Zachery Brooks Novels & Stories

Brielle’s POV “Seriously?” Jace was the one who reached toward me. He was a legend on the basketball court—in fact, all of them were captains of their respective sports at Briarwood. He was also the same guy I had accidentally walked in on in the men’s changing room. Moon Goddess! I couldn’t even bring myself to meet his eyes, let alone look at his brothers. I kept my head bowed, murmuring a greeting from across the table.

“Get your fucking hands off him.” ​Zach stepped forward. He was twenty at the time, already tall and broad like a fighter, with sharp blue eyes and an aura that screams danger. His black hair was messy, and the edge of his dragon tattoo peeked out from his shirt sleeve. He didn’t have to yell, just looking at him made the guys to back off immediately. ​The leader scoffed, trying to look tough. “Mind your own business.” ​Zach smiled, but his eyes were cold. “He is my business now. Walk away.”

I sighed. “VIP Zaddy?” Gabe asked. I nodded. “I was with him when Char pulled me out of a session,” I said. Gabe has never met Chance but he knew as much as I did that Chance contributed to my income the most out of all of the clients I have, or had and he was the nicest among my clients. “I’m sure your manager is going to let him know he can’t book you anymore,” Gabe said. “There’s nothing you can do about that. Are you wanting to do more with this client?” Gabe asked curiously.

The middle-aged man smiled. Soon afterward, he delivered a slap on the consultation table. The wooden table cracked right down in the middle and flew into two opposing sides! Zachary fell down to the ground from the impact as well. “Grandfather!” Lindsy stepped forward in haste to help Zachary up on his feet. Zachary asked with an unpleasant expression, “Who, who are you?” “I’m Nicholas Scott from Springside.” Zachary’s pupils constricted abruptly because he had heard of Nicholas Scott’s name before!

She wants Zach back, but he won't have her. Name: ZACHARIAS "ZACH" RICHARDSON Age: 50 Nationality: American (born Boston) Profession: Corporate Lawyer, Partner at Richardson & Associates (prestigious firm) Advises high-level clients in real estate and international business Net worth: Solid upper-middle class ($8-10 million), not billionaire level Physical Description: 6'0", lean, distinguishable gray temples Dark eyes, careful expression Dresses conservatively—tailored suits, no flashiness Quiet presence, takes up less space than he physically occupies Aging well because he's not fighting it

Soon, I heard children’s giggles as a blonde woman, a boy, and a girl with the coach approached the stands. Wait… I knew her. She… she was Simone Roberto. The woman I had to convince to buy some fucking cosmetics. What the… I didn’t know when my lips fell ajar, but then another person joined them. Zachery. He was there—and the next thing I heard made my stomach churn. "That’s Zachery Roberto, the CEO’s younger brother. I heard the dude is a billionaire." My gossiping teammate whispered, and I felt my eye twitch as I unintentionally locked eyes with Zachery. Oh no.

Well fuck, “Yes sir, Zach and I killed them the other day. However, we did not know who they were. I can’t say I wouldn’t have still done it as they were trying to kill me.” “Who is this Zach I keep hearing about?” “He was a warrior’s son from my pack, he ended up being mated to someone from this pack actually. I haven’t heard from him today though” “Who did he mate with?” Luna Autumn finally spoke “Um I think her name is Brooke.” “WHAT????” Both of them shouted

Zach sighed again, a lot had been going on, and he needed to make his profits from this. “Fine, make it tomorrow the quicker the better,” he responded, blowing out a rasp of air. “Anything about the Hares lady?” he asked and there was silence from the other side, he needed no one to tell him the answer. “Find more about her, I don't have good feelings about it,” Daryl responded and he muttered under his breath. Zaceyes shut understanding he still wants to say one more thing. “Speak,” “Mr. Brook awaits you in Blue whisper,” he hung up and walked out of the building driving without his chauffeur.

The video ended. I stared at the screen. “Genetics,” I muttered. “Of course.” I didn’t know why I was still surprised. Besides the face, Zach had clearly passed down something even more irritating: unreasonable physical endurance. Back in college, he had not just been the handsome man who walked like the room belonged to him. Zach played American football, captained the team, and had the habit of taking hits like his body was made out of bad decisions and Italian steel.

While Ryan was more careful and reasonable, Nathan couldn't be careless and would do anything to get anything or anyone he wanted. "Zachary?" I faced the third brother and the most quiet of all. He took a sip of his wine again! And shrugged like he didn't care about what was going on. "Hi, I'm Zach," He said in a dry voice. Zachary was the coldest and most mysterious. His sharp black eyes were cunning and calculative. He was the most attentive and noticed the littlest detail in people. He talked less and was quiet most of the time and wasn't much of a fan of women and flirting, but that didn't mean he didn't like them. I remembered he and I had only been intimate in his brother's absence. He