Zack Foster Novels & Stories

He felt a bit sad when he learned that Mila would think of him the way the others did. Gerald was having mixed feelings. He could not describe them with words. Nevertheless, he took out his phone from his pocket and made a call to Zack. “Mr. Crawford, is there anything I can do for you?” “Brother Zack, I need a favor from you. There is a company called FuturTech Inc., and it seems to be in trouble. Can I invest in that company?” “Invest?” Zack was taken aback for a moment, and then he was overjoyed from what he heard. “Of course you can! Miss Crawford will be so glad that you did. No problem. There is no problem at all! I will take care of it immediately!”

I wondered if he could smell the lie I was holding onto with everything I had. “Why would I lie to you?” I scuffed, in a bid to sound unbothered and believable. "Mark Gunter," Zack said. He didn't look at me. "You said he was a doctor." "He was," I replied. I kept my voice flat, stripping away any emotion. "He was an oncologist and a good man, Zack. He didn't care about ranks or power. He just wanted to help people live." "And he just happened to have children who look exactly like me?" Zack let out a dark, breathless laugh. "I’m not a fool, Elena. I felt it. The moment I stood in that garden, my wolf saw his own blood."

This was not easy, especially for Zack, who felt like a scapegoat for it all. "I don’t know how long I have to go through this," Zack said while driving. Frustration was evident on his face. Zack was very annoyed because he was doing things he shouldn’t have to do. He didn’t want it to turn out this way. But what could he do? The situation forced him to be patient until everything returned to normal, allowing him to move freely again.

By afternoon, I had cleaned up and I felt better. As expected, Zac and I were trending. Mr Burke put out a statement saying that it was just a minor misunderstanding in the family. He wanted the public to see him as a good person. He also referred to himself as Zac’s foster father. Rosa Gonzales wasn’t having any of it.

Aaron stated. “I’m glad to see you are still working for Mr Foster.” “I decided I could keep his secrets. I must say I was surprised when you also decided to stay. You surprised me, Mr van Zyl and congratulations on your promotion.” “Oh, thanks. Yeah, wow, Mr Declan wants me to move up and eventually take over as head of FosterA in Australia.” Kian stated with a sigh. “I’m honoured but so stressed. The billionaire has so much faith in me, and I don’t want to disappoint.”

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Just like I've seen him a million times before. But never before had his singing drawn me to him like the ratman's flute playing. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. Suddenly I was damn sure this was a mistake. “Hey Tate!” someone snapped me out of my despair. I blinked and saw Zack playing drums in Fallen. He was a bit smaller than the other boys, but he made up for it with a lot of muscle. He had energy for two and was always smiling. When we last met two years ago, he had grown his hair and wore a cap all the time. Today, he already had a dark brown hair curled into a rubber band and reached a little below his shoulders. And right now he was grinning at me like a monkey.

He could never expose himself, especially to this man. Zack felt like something was off, but he did not know what. Anyway, what he cared about now was that these two people in his life were happy. He cleared his throat and looked at Dave, his expression turning serious. “I am planning to go to Country Y…” Dave remained calm. It was always a normal thing for Zack to be travelling. He only needed to know the reason. “What are you going for?“ he asked. Zack sighed again. “I still need to complete the creation of the antidote as soon as possible. I feel so sad every time I see her passing out from the pain…”

I still said hard and just scratched my forehead while looking at Zack who was still staring at us. Thank God, he's already put his shirt on. A simple black t-shirt yet he still looks damn attractive. Still sweating and still gorgeous! I was stunned and my tongue seemed to pull back at what I was saying. Unbelievably, it also turned to Zack. "What? Electrical engineer? He is an electrical engineer? And also, he's the heir and President of Lamont Power Supply?" "Yes! That's Rocio Zackarius Lamont. Electrical engineer slash the future owner- President of Lamont Power Supply!"

A sad, glittery banner declared “Class of 2015 – A Decade of Destiny!” I was nursing a warm, shitty beer, trying to look politely interested as Stacy Miller recounted her third kid’s potty-training saga, when I felt it. A shift in the atmosphere. A prickle on the back of my neck that had nothing to do with the shitty AC. I turned. And there he was. Leaning against the bleachers like he owned the fucking place. Zack. He’d filled out since he was eighteen. The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms.