Zack Mooneyham Novels & Stories

I have something to tell you all : Me: Goody, good yummy cakes. I can’t wait to see you all, and the babies got so big and more active.: Unc. Zack: Ok, I can’t wait to see my little munchings: Me: I am not trying to be mean, but what is your friend’s name, your second-chance mate? Unc. Zack: Cissy Mowers. Mrs. Mowers: M: Thank you, and please don’t mention that I never knew her name. I don’t want her to feel like we don’t care about her, ok, Unc.:

This is the reason Alex had tease me about. Deciding against it, I took my phone and dial a number that I just knew where I will not be disappointed. "Information on the details I am going to send you". I said once the call was picked. "hello to you too Mr boss, you and your demands. Have you checked the time, god King it's 3:48 am" replied Zack groaningly. Zack is the best hacker I have, he does all the hacking for our Mafia works. He is known as Black in the Mafia world. He also works for my company in the IIT department. I know he was reackless but I know his capabilities so I had to.

It's my life, and their opinions no longer matter. As long as it's me, the world seems chaotic because of that man. "Monic, Sir Zack is calling you," Marinel said, interrupting my thoughts. I looked at her intently. Zack Bray Moore stands as one of the most formidable figures in the business world. It seems that no project eludes his grasp; his strategic thinking consistently breeds success. Beyond his professional prowess, his striking handsomeness captures the attention and hearts of many. His physique is envy-inducing, as if he were a divine gift. His captivating eyes hold an almost hypnotic quality, capable of transfixing anyone who gazes upon them. Added to his allure is immense wealth,

If he was to say he was Gerald Crawford, Damien would not believe it. He could only mention Zack Lyle. And when Damien heard of his name, his entire body shook with fear. Back in Mayberry, Zack Lyle was on par with his own cousin, Henry Rye. Zack was a business tycoon, and as for his own cousin, he had to rely on the power accumulated by his family through generations and generations in Mayberry, but yet he was still barely equal to Zack. Now, the ruthless Michael Zeke and the people from Mayberry International Inc. were on their way.

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.

"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.

He shouts and the room immediately goes silent. I look at my parents, my siblings, before my eyes land on my daughter and son-in-law. The twins play at their feet, next to Alec and Morana's son Zachary Amon Vale. Named after his great-great uncle who passed away a month before he was born and for his grandfather who passed away three months after he was born. The twins are over a year old now and Zack is five months now.

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.

If he has a few secrets, it would be his rights, Zane,’ Zack apprehended his wolf as Zane rolled his eyes. ‘Suit yourself, little boy,’ Zane replied before he sat quietly in Zack’s mind. “I think I might go,” Zack said, sighing loudly. He had been avoiding the Folk Festival ever since Samantha rejected him after three chances from the Moon Goddess. Damien arched his eyebrow as Zack was smiling. “Might I ask what changed your mind for you to attend the festival?” Damien said as Zack shrugged. “Oh… I don’t know… Maybe your story about the legendary Shifters of Cyprus. The mating bond by the Moon Goddess was pretty convincing, I tell you,” Zack said, smiling like an idiot he was. Damien chuckle

He said and I nodded. “I am not forgetting that, dad. But we have pack members, and just like we are a mafia family, he is too. You are Capo dei Capi, and he is Pakhan, the one difference is that I am a woman in a man’s world on this one. You know very well that I am not ready to lead all these men who…”