Zack Morris X Novels & Stories

Nora was silent and didn't respond to Zack. "Nora, it's pointless to object, I wasn't even asking for your consent, I was telling you" beep, beep, zack hung up without a care. He turned and was shocked upon seeing the person standing in front of him. A tall handsome and charming man stood with his hands in his trouser pockets and a shirt with a smirk on his charming face. Zack was more handsome than the man in front of him but the man in front of him had an irresistible charm, this man was Lewis, zacks old friend and business partner.

Tristan was scared half to death, he lost all his sharpness in his tone. Witnessing this scene, Darryl laughed but said nothing. Zack approached Darryl and said, “Brother, I am grateful to you. My name is Zack Roger, it was thanks to you that we averted the crisis just now.” Zack extended his arm out to Darryl, and said, “If you don’t mind, let’s be friends? Call me Zack.” “Sure,” Darryl replied and shook his hand firmly. Darryl and Zack hit it off at once, he felt that Zack was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve.

Mimi retorted, “Zack, can you recognize me?“ his mom asked, ”do you know where you are?“ his mom asked, “I don't know” he retorted and he demanded water again which Mimi gave him a more energetic bottled water, “thank you and who are you, what am I doing here?“ Zack asked, “He can't recognize anybody, am doom, see what this good for nothing girl has done to my son, because of her he has lost his mind, and he has turned to a nuisance, how Is he going to recover” Zack's mom lamenting,

Then the door opens. Mr. Dave walks in first, face tight with urgency. Beside him is a younger man, sharp-eyed, confident, dressed in black like he’s already stepping into a battlefield. He smiles faintly. “Nice to finally meet you Melissa Lawson. I’m Zack.” “Same here. Nice to meet you, Zack,” I reply, my voice steady despite everything. “I’ve heard everything,” he says, setting down his equipment. Cameras, lights, microphones, and lenses. “And I can see how ready you are.”

Zack confidently replies, "Despite his annoying behavior, I know I can trust him." Suddenly, Damon shouts, "I heard that, ZORNZON wolf!" Zack retorts, "Well, fuck you, flirty vamps!”

The golden tips of her White Moon light flickered whenever she breathed too deeply. "Zack is hiding something," Victor snapped. He slammed his hand into the mahogany desk, the wood splintering under his palm. "He’s erratic. He’s violent. He won't look me in the eye. If he’s the one the boys are warning us about, I’ll have to put him down, Elodie. I’ll have to do it myself." "Wait. Just... look." Elodie pointed toward the window. Down in the courtyard, Zack was standing by the fountain. He wasn't training. He was staring at a burner phone, his hands shaking so violently the device nearly slipped from his grip. He looked broken. Not like a traitor, but like a man waiting for his own execution.

Apparently Zack is interested and peaks from the couch in our direction. “Nothing! I’m fine.” I smile lazily at him. “Holy shit. She’s drunk!” He says. Zack is now fully invested and makes his way to the kitchen. I was glad to hear that he’s not on drugs. Apparently he was suffering from extreme anxiety and was lashing out because he couldn’t process his emotions. He was worried about his dad and brother always being in danger, partially fearing that something would happen to one of them causing him to have to step up. He was dealing with some feelings of inadequacy as well. Dad gave him some medication and found him a really great therapist. I’ve seen serious improvements in him recently.

His hands tightened on her waist or a brief moment at her sweetness, before he let out a long, defeated breath. Zack knows he is completely wrapped around Anna’s finger, and he is long past trying to fight it. “Stop doing that,” he mutters, though the smirk on his face betrays him. “You are making it impossible to be mad at you.” He leans down one last time, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to her forehead before stepping away. He pulled on a pair of boxers, a jean and a black t-shirt before moving toward the door. He grabs his own clothes from the floor, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt with practiced ease. “Stay here, do not wander off naked,” he calls over his shoulder, alrea

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!"

I turn around to face them. “Fuck!” I yell out. “What the hell is your problem, and what do you want with me?” I wangle myself to sit. “Oh, beautiful Crissy. Didn’t your parents teach you never to trust strangers?” Zack smiles at me. “What do you want?” I stare at him, waiting for an answer. “What I want is for Austin to die and both his brothers as well.” He growls. “What does any of that have to do with me?” Trying to wangle my hands out of the rope.