Zack X Rachel Novels & Stories

Rachael stopped, feeling her back hair stand up at Zack's shrill voice. Turning abruptly, she said "What are you planning again," She gently placed her right hand in her pocket, putting on the recorder. "You are curious again, my lady," Zack let out in a Russian accent. Rachael kept quiet, glancing at Zack slightly. "We are taking our relationship to a new level. After all, we are over a month in this relationship," Rachael's face was wrinkled. She understood pretty well what Zack meant. He simply wanted to have sex with her friend and then dump her. This thought makes her burn in fury.

I raised my glass, got up unsteadily, and exclaimed with a smile, "Congratulations on losing your virginity today, Ms. Mead! How can we not celebrate such a memorable occasion?" Rachel furrowed her brow, her eyes brimming with irritation. "Have you had enough, Charlie? I've already told you—nothing happened between Quentin and me!" I cocked my head to look at her, my gaze sweeping across the suggestive hickeys covering her entire body. Rachel glared at me, flushed with both anger and embarrassment. "You ought to stop projecting your dirty thoughts onto other people, Charlie. Quentin and I have a strictly professional superior-subordinate relationship!" No sooner had she spoken than Quentin s

I looked at the direction and found my the one who made my heart stop. Zack! He moved with so much style. Though, his shoulders were slightly bend down like he was in defeat. So was his coal black hair which covered his face like the devil himself. “Zack, we need to talk,” I started out. I noticed his eyes were dark and misty but I chose to ignore that. “Zara, please not now,” Ouch? Was that what you said to your wife after you just took her virginity the night before? I clenched my heart at first but swiftly recovered. Perhaps, he just needed the chase. Like the novels I read, people fought for love. That— I was about to do.

Thankfully, Zack was oblivious to the way his expression didn’t quite reach his eyes. Zack beamed up at him. “Isn’t it incredible! Rachel promised she’d show me a dragon!” “Rachel did no such thing.” I scoffed, raising both eyebrows at him. “Besides, they’re a lot scarier in person, and not at all friendly.” There was a brief second where both Zack and I registered my words. I let out a low groan, while Zack launched into a slew of questions about how, when, and where I’d seen a real-life dragon.

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

It felt more like sworn enemies sitting around the same table to negotiate a peace treaty that had already failed before it even began. Ryan’s jaw remained clenched throughout the meal, and his expression grew darker with every passing second as he watched Xavier and me sitting together. “So, now that the whole world knows you two are together, maybe you can finally tell us the truth,” Ryan suddenly growled, his cold eyes moving between Xavier and me. “When exactly did you start fucking each other?” I pressed my lips together but didn’t say anything in response as I continued eating. Beside me, Xavier also ignored him completely. He didn't even spare Ryan a glance.

Finally, holding back tears, she said hoarsely, "Fine, Ethan. Since you're putting it that way, you'd better not regret this someday!" That day, Sophie didn't come home. I couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed because her belongings were already packed up, waiting for her to take them away. Once she collected her things, I'd finally sever the last thread connecting us. I was about to text her to remind her to come get her stuff when I saw Zachary's latest social media post. It was a deliberately provocative photo. The setting was a bar. Sophie was drunkenly raising a glass, and Zachary was gently stroking her head.

"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.

All pent-up desires for each other finally released a few moments ago. Zach looked up and brushed some hair off her face. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said to her and pulled her for another long and carnal kiss. He rolled off of her and pulled her up to her feet. “The night’s young, Walters. I do hope you’re not weak as you claimed to be. We’ve got all the time for you to prove it.”

Zack had taken Michael to his suite where they'd spent hours talking, feeling their way toward each other, equally hungry for details about then other person. It had been an agonizing night for both of them as they tried to figure out this unexpected relationship, both venting their bitterness that Bailey had kept them from each other.