Romans & histoires Zack From Final Fantasy 7

At first, they tested my skills, which I am good at, and trained me to become stronger to earn my position in their pack. "You've finally become officially one of our members, Sammy!" I was staggered while trying to push Zack away, who had suddenly appeared and rushed towards me with a big hug. Zack had blonde hair with blue eyes. He is our sunshine whose energy was already on top and there would always a smile plastered on his lips which could draw people closer. It was also the reason why we became close to each other. He was like the saint in our group who would easily forgive if someone did wrong to him as long as it didn't cross his boundaries.

Zack replied, "

"If I were you, listen to me, friend. Let go of that woman and give up well before you repent. I will give you everything you want. Name your price! How much?" "And who do you think you are that I should believe you, huh?!" "Me? Ah, Zack by the way. Zack Lamont, bro." Zack casually introduces himself as if he was just making friends. "Fiance of your current hostage." I was surprised at how he addressed himself in my life. Fiance, huh? Even my staff was surprised and if they had the chance, they would definitely smile or be thrilled. Shit! If they only knew! "Fiance? Are you his fiance?!"

When he noticed her looking at the man, he said, “That's Zack Larking, the beta of the East Hallow Pack.”

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.

Zack has black hair covering his forehead and icy blue eyes. Zack is a hunter. Hunters are like the police for supernaturals. If we step out of the line, it is their job to bring us to the authorities for punishments. He is the kind of guy who can shoot anyone without any hesitation but ever since he met Sarah he changed. He still goes by the book but he owes me a big favor.

We’re not on the same page and it brought shame to her, he added as Zane snarled. ‘Then, I will fucking kill who dare to say what we can and cannot do in this pack,’ Zane replied as he howled against the night sky. Zack sighed loudly, trying to control the rage and fury that were shifting inside Zane. After controlling his emotions, Zack shifted into his mortal form. Then, he saw his reflection again. Now, he was a man with black hair and blue eyes. Zack knew that he was different—always was, always has, and always will be. He sighed, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes before staring at the twilight night sky.

Zackery frowned and asked. "What happened to him later?" I asked. "He's Darren's brother. Darren said he was severely tortured and killed by Lucas. But Lucas said he didn't do anything like that." "So one of them must be lying. I wonder who he is," Zackery said. Then, he smiled again at me and said, "I don't want to see your eyebrows twisting like this, little girl. Zabel was born sad and that's why sometimes he dragged other people down with him. I, on the other hand, don't like negative energy. I would like to put some positive thoughts in your mind. For example, I have already found out who had put wolfsbane in your tea."

Out of instincts, I swiftly took a step back and bumped against something hard and glanced up to look at Draven, who was now hovering over my body, his hand slumping on my shoulder. "We were only trying to have a small chat with the pretty lady here," A beach blond haired guy stepped forward, his intimidating forest green eyes making my knees weak. "She smells really good." "Too bad she's already taken." Draven seemed to be extra calm for someone who'd have usually gone all out on them by now. "Guess we didn't introduce ourselves," the blond haired guy started with a grin, pinching the bridge of his nose in a cocky manner. "Names Zack, I come from Alorain family, the descendant of-"

Valor and Master Zack. Did Master Zack want to bet that Mr. Valor's feelings for Serenity weren't actually that deep?