Zed X Wyatt Novels & Stories

She rolled across the silk sheets in pain, retching repeatedly, but all she coughed up were a few mouthfuls of fluid. "Julian, I feel terrible... I can't breathe..." Jessica reached for Julian weakly, tears covering her face. "Please, find me some medicine... There's a pharmacy downstairs. Save me..." Julian looked at her ghastly face and plain disgust appeared in his eyes. He walked to the tall window and looked down at the packed swarm of zombies wandering below like ants. His legs trembled. "Find you medicine? You want me to go out now? There are man-eating monsters everywhere! I don't even have a real weapon. Going out would be suicide!" Julian's voice sharpened with fear.

He chuckles, “cause you know how I feel about men and married women, I’d have to kick your butt around town, Bro.” “No, nothing like that. She’s er, it’s Harper.” I glance down at my black coffee; Letitia is minding her own business at the other end talking to another customer. Other than us three and Letitia there is nobody in right now. The morning rush has been and gone. Lex furrows his brow like he’s in deep thought. “Dylan’s, Harper,” I add and as if a light bulb has gone off, his eyes open wide and his jaw drops open.

Chapter 17 Power play Elara's POV The boardroom was made of glass and steel, cold and unforgiving. The city pressed against the windows like it was listening and my heels clinked against the floor as I stepped in. Five men sat around the table when I entered and at the end was the man I had come for. Darius Cole. Dressed in a tuxedo, his shirt was buttoned up to his neck, giving him the cruel dark look. He looked exactly like Caleb described him but that was what I wanted. A man exactly like him, to wage war for me.

Laughing while Rylie’s head hit the container, Exelle spoke as if she were enjoying the act. “I’ve always wanted to do this, Rylie. Thank you for the opportunity to hit your head like this, bitch.” ---

Wyatt looked mischievously amused between the couch and me as he laughed. “Wyatt, shut up,” Xander was pinching the bridge of his nose, “this is why I didn’t want you in here, we haven’t even had the real talk and it’s already going sideways.” Xander looked up at me and held out his hand for me to come and grab as Wyatt sat down on the couch annoyed, but I just stood there and stared at his hand, my head was already spinning from trying to piece together the dynamics that were going on in this room.

My head throbbed. Was this really happening? Were men always like this? Before I could even process it, movement stirred around me. Zeus looked unsure but curious. Sawyer looked entertained. Even Damon, who had seemed the least interested, watched with mild disdain rather than outright refusal. “I’m not joining.” Wyatt’s voice cut cleanly through the noise. All eyes turned to him. He was already moving, stepping out of the water with effortless ease. Droplets slid down his skin, catching the light as he reached for a towel nearby.

"Think you could get rid of us that easily" I could easily guess that voice from anywhere. Zack. Xavier mutters some curses under his breath. "You didn't even say good bye." Jack added. "Am sorry guys." I apologies, they we're both dressed in tuxedos, looking as handsome as ever. Jack had his arm liked to Rayne's, she is wearing a blue lacy gown and a pencil strap heels, she looked more beautiful and lively than before. "Hey Rayne." I smile fully, then pull her for a hug.

I grab my leather jacket from the free standing wooden coat rack and walk past her into the hall. “Who are you going to see?” She asks as I begin to walk away. “The Backstabbing Rats.” I turn around and throw devil horn hand symbols into the air. Wyatt rolls her eyes at me. “You’re not a fan of metal are you?” She shrugs, “I don’t not like metal.” Whatever the fuck that means. I pull a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet, “This is for dinner.” I hand it to her.

Wyatt's brow was furrowed tightly. "Hmph! Who do you think you are? How dare you lecture me?" Garrett said, looking extremely arrogant. "Alright! Fine! I'd like to ask Zeke how an old man like me has managed to offend you." Wyatt's face had turned as black as thunder with anger. His hands were shaking as he held his phone, and it took him a great deal of effort just to press the dial button. "Who?" Zeke was Garrett's superior, and he was very familiar with the name.

He stepped back, walking over to his trousers and grabbing his vibrating phone. A wicked, razor-sharp smirk spread across his handsome face as his dark eyes looked down at the glowing screen, He turned it toward me from where he was standing. It was Wyatt. He snatched his discarded suit jacket off the vanity as he passed it, then clicked the call open on loudspeaker. He stood naked in the middle of the room, his massive veiny dick throbbing hard and leaking thick beads of pre-cum. I didn’t let him stay on his feet. I shoved both hands into his chest and pushed him backward until the backs of his knees hit the nearest couch.