Novel & Cerita Zack Torres

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.

A lot. “Leo, is this your pack?” The big guy’s cheeks flushed, and then his gaze darted to Gabe and then Odis. “Yes.” He was wearing a green, ripped sleeveless shirt and I could clearly make out the hickies along his neck. They almost matched mine, but I had a sneaking suspicion he might have more. “What a small world,” I murmured.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Zachariah says, striding over to us, hand in hand with his mate. "Indeed, but it can wait until everyone is rested. I, for one, need a shower and something to eat, I'm ravenous, not all of us got to sleep half the battle away." Calista adds, winking at Cain who snorts out a laugh. "Cal…" Zachariah gently chides and she steps closer to him, leaning her head against his arm but her amused smirk is still in place. Over her shoulder I see Gene and Samuel lifting Abaddon onto a stretcher and I know it's time to tell him.

Zack's mom says, and 'Tara was not comfortable with doctor Richard arriving, she was confused about what to do, The following day, doctor Richard arrived but he didn't resume work the same day he came, and the second of his arrival to the country, he visits some patients whose conditions were critical, and he later visits Zack, “how are you?“ doctor Richard says, “Am not fine” Zack says, “Can you stand on your feet?“ the doctor says, “I can try,” Zack says, “Okay, try, let me see,” the doctor says, and Zack drops out of the bed and he staggered, and the doctor held him to sit on the bed, and he tried again and he stood but nervous and shaking, his legs did not balance on the floor but he kee

“Sorry, I stole the Wrangler. You should have taken the key out.” “How are you feeling?” Zack climbed up at the back. “How did you find me?” “Alpha gives as an update, Shadow,” Tor said, coming to the passenger seat. “I should have turned off the GPS. Santi has done updating the system, has he?” “Yeah. It was cool, though. Way better than I can do.” Zack cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about what happened to your family.” “Thank you for healing me, Tor said, sounding grateful. "I didn’t know until tonight. That’s why the moment I thought I was drifting, I wasn’t healing. The next thing I know, I was sitting on the bed like nothing happened.”

I would go through a lot of inhumane torture every day and it would be worse anytime he was annoyed. Tonight, there was supposed to be a festival in the pack, while serving the crowd, I came across the Alpha of the pack and unexpectedly I felt an uncanny connection with him. Before I could scramble away afraid he might notice, I was stopped by his rejection. He had also noticed. I had thought that at least, he was going to accept me, but then it turned out that I was living in a fantasy world. Thinking about all this, the tears in my eye became intense as it flowed down like a river. Never was I going to be able to heal in this lifetime.

Diego: “What do you mean the man paralyzed you?” Ezra asked, tending to the wound that I had on my right arm. It was one that Cosimo inflicted when he had me paralyzed, a small reminder, according to him, of what he could do when he wanted; and I couldn’t even fight against it.

Torches lined the black stone walls, casting flickering light across the gathered warriors, their armor scarred from countless battles. At the head of the hall, lounging in a carved obsidian throne, sat Valerian—Alpha of the Night Walker Pack. He was a sight to behold. Rugged. Uncompromising. Every inch of him spoke of raw power and the relentless life he had lived. His hair was dark, thick, and untamed, falling just past his shoulders in careless waves. A jagged scar ran from the corner of his left brow down to the edge of his cheekbone, a mark of a battle he had won—and one he wore with pride. His jaw was strong, covered in a rough stubble that did little to hide the sharpness of his featu

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.”