Zack Foster Novels & Stories

Even Jace is quiet. I turn around to ask Zander what is going on, only to find him down on one knee, holding a little box in his hands. “What are you….” I trail off as he begins to talk. “Ashleigh Kylie Steward, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know our start was rocky, but I only hope to make a better future for us both. I love you so much, sweetheart, and I can’t wait to be by your side for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

I wanted to touch him, to make sure he was real, but my hands stayed locked at my sides, trembling. "What happened?" I asked, voice breaking. "There was an attack," he said, stripping off his sodden cloak. "Night Walker scouts hit one of our border posts. It was a warning." His jaw clenched, fury flashing briefly in his blue eyes. "I have to travel to the southern border tomorrow," he continued. "We need to reinforce our lines, prepare for a larger assault." The words slammed into me, knocking the breath from my lungs. He was leaving again. Without thinking, without planning, I spoke.

Cocky shit. "Taylor loves kids." Damon said suddenly, "What will you do, because I'm sure he’ll want one?" Zack shrugged munching on his sandwich as I finally managed to make Theo fall back to sleep. "That’s for when the time comes… not right now and we probably adopt I guess." "Not planning to use your own sperm and a surrogate?" I asked surprised. "Na, I'm good without, I think there’s plenty of orphan kids who could use a good home." Zack said, and I almost forgot about his cocky attitude from moments earlier.

I wave at her as I rush out of the kitchen before she asks me to spend time with her another day. I normally find the gym empty when I come down, but today Santino is around, and he is lifting some weights, as if he even needs to. His body is already in perfect shape, and the weights must weigh like paper to him. Besides that, he does look hot in black gym shorts and a black vest that shows off the large muscles on his arms. I wet my lips and averted my eyes instantly. I know he has noticed me staring, he notices everything; he just chooses what topic to speak about.

I glanced over his shoulder, not surprised to see two random girls giving him the candy looks. Since Elliot had the looks and all, girls swooned over him way too easily. Except me, since he was my best friend and Zoe of course. "Because, Ava is wasting her looks on someone like Ian Lockhart." Zoe explained in a somewhat blank tone, her dark black eyes fixated on Elliot's face in what seemed like a glare to me. Zoe was that type. With her short black hair barely reaching past her shoulders, she was more of the emo type. She always kept her emotions in check. Too busy to even give a shit about others.

he threatened. Intrigued, I crossed my arms over my chest and watched him and his weak attempt to scare me. "Oh really?" My lips tugged up slightly, "I think you are going to need proof for that" I told him Taken aback, he tilted his head to study my face. "You really have no idea who I am and what I can do" he spoke in a low tone of voice. "Well, I know your name is Zack and you are just like every other student here. Nothing more" I emphasized on the 'nothing more'

He could tell she was shaken to the core by what was happening to them, he drew her into his arms and they both scream out in fear when another lightening struck again, and the plane nosedived into the forest where the other part engulfed with fire, burning them beyond recognition. It was a memorable sad day for Salazar, not wanting Alex to know what had happened, he flew Alex to NYC for his studies. Alex was not fool at seventeen, he knew something was wrong the moment his father who tired to hide his grief but failed woefully sent him hastily to complete his education in NYC. Salazar had given Annie and Marcus a befitting burial, compensated Marcus family with millions of dollars and schol

"Trey? Is that you?" Now who the hell did he have to confront? He turned on his stool, ready to give someone the polite brushoff only to be greeted by a familiar face. "Zack? Zack Elliott? What the hell are you doing up here?" He reached out and shook the hand of the man standing beside his bar stool. Several of the firm's clients used Elliott Air Service to pick them up and ferry them to winter homes in the South or to the high-end resorts they frequented. He knew Zack had moved his base of operation from Atlanta to Page Field in Fort Myers, Florida when he had married his college sweetheart, twenty-five years after they broke up.

I finish, letting him know that. We stay in silence for a while, and when a knock comes in, I see Reaper with food. I look at Zane and he smiles at me. "You ordered, baby girl," he says as he takes everything Reaper hands him and places it on his side of the bed, where he had vacated a moment ago. "Chicken nuggets," I cried out as I used my free hand to feed myself. I don't care if the men were staring, I put the ranch and ketchup on the fries, ate it, and munch.

Zak is famous for his contribution to art, fashion and film and also heads his family’s marketing and branding arm, all at such a young age. --To be continued...