Zack Morris X Novels & Stories

it read and I got everything I needed before making my way out. “You’re ready?” Zack asked as he stepped out of his black Audi. He wore black dress pants and a white short sleeved shirt. His curly hair rested on the top of his forehead casually and he was looking like a meal. I nodded. “Just a little nervous.” “Don’t be.” He stared me down. “You look great.” “You don’t look so bad yourself.” “We still have time so if there’s anything you want to get-“ “No. I’m okay.”

"If I’m going to vaporize, I’m taking this altar and every one of you with me. That’s my version of stabilization." "She’s stalling, Zilo. Can’t you see the way she’s looking at the door? She’s waiting for a rescue that isn't coming," Zack growled, his patience finally snapping. He was the youngest of the Triad enforcers, a man built of lean muscle and twitchy, violent impulses. He didn't have Zilo’s poise or Klaus’s clinical detachment; he only had the hunger. He drew a silver-etched combat knife, the blade humming with a low-frequency psychic dampener. "I’m done listening to this gutter-trash lecture us on morality. If she won't give us the stone, I’ll just take the hand it’s attached to."

"And you don't like her, do you? You were just playing with that woman!" His jaw tensed a bit more out of irritation. "Yes but I believe you didn't go all the way here tonight just to steal my wine, mess up with my pool, and talk about my wife. I will let your voyeuring on my wife slide if you're carrying a piece of sensible news." "Oh, well..." Zack took off his dark shirt and just let it fall down the floor. "It's your most beloved brother... it's confirmed, Z." Zandro straightened as he tilted his head. "What do you mean? Is it his new drug laboratory? His deal with syndicates abroad? or the illegal dog domestication shelter and experiments?"

Terry roared. “Not bad for Silvermoon lapdog,” the man said while cleaning the blood from his broken nose. He stood up, “I am Zack Violet, future alpha of Violet pack. Remember that name, cos it will be the last thing that you’d remember in your grave!” as he sneered, his nails turned violet and grew longer. Zack gave signals to his men to attack from behind; Terry quickly responded by back kick them with both feet while his hand touched the ground. Both men were flying to the air and fell. They became unconscious since Terry kicked them right on their vital spot.

"Well, say something. You were so smug over the phone earlier." Noticing my silence, Zachary's grip on my wrist tightened further. I gasped in pain, which caused his brows to twitch. "Hey… isn't that Zachary Lake? The guy from TV?" "It really looks like him. Wait, is that woman with him Shannon Morrison, that shameless one?" The commotion drew the attention of the surrounding crowd, and they soon spotted and recognized Zachary. In my panic, I let down my hair to cover my face and struggled to pull free from his grasp.

Every word Zack spoke is a jagged piece of glass spinning in my skull. Why didn't Zack hide the fact that he was working with Havenfall’s elite? Why bring an associate? And why the hell would he beg me to come back to Cocolink if he was trying to steal my seat? If it was a performance, he deserved a goddamn Oscar. The way he’d gripped my coat, the heat of his skin, the raw terror in his eyes when he thought I was going to reject him—it felt more real than anything I’ve touched in weeks.

His obsession is needed to get Zendaya out of Xander's house and life. Without bothering to knock, I threw open the door and walked into him thrusting hard into a she-wolf. What's with Zack and sex. It's just two days since Zendaya left and he's already fvcking someone. I thought he's obsessed and wants her and isn't he scared Madison might walk into him? What a dick! He sprang up immediately he saw me, covering his rock-hard tool. The girl he was banging picked up her clothes and scampered off.

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…”

No thanks to my mouth. Zack was a strong personality. He had a mixture of three personalities in all. Sometimes, he could be mysterious. Next, he’s adventurous. Other times, he could be flirty and seductive. Which a part of me inwardly craved… To do dark things I’d never imagined I could do. “Too bad you won’t hear that from me then. I don’t do promises.” He says. His chiseled jaw still looked firm in spite of his non-shaved state as a result of us being stranded on a lonely island for days.

“Thompson! I’ll get you! “ I heard him say outside my apartment as he banged the door. My heart was racing as I waited for him to go. Only when I heard his footsteps retreating did I relax. I could have talked to him and asked him to give me more time. However, the chances of him doing that were thinner than a Jimmy Choo heel. I threw my bag across the room in frustration and paced my room. The only way I could pay off the rent was if I asked my manager at the bar I worked at night to pay me early. I blinked back the tears threatening to fall down my face, refusing to be weak. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. Needing to take my mind off things, I made myself coffee and sat down with my lapto