Zed X Wyatt Novels & Stories

It wad quite hidden and dark that was why when a movement caught my eye, I squnited my eyes to see better. Curious me couldn't stop myself from getting a closer look at whoever it was and I was shocked when I did. It was Zack. He had a cigarette between his lips. Just as he removed it and blew out the smoke, he turned his head and noticed me. "You have got to be fucking kidding me" he muttered somewhat angrily and stared at the wall in front of him. "You just happen to have a weed every time" I said incredulously. "You shouldn't be here" he said, still not looking at me.

My eyes connected with Oakley. “Honey, we do not throw things when we don't use them anymore, or we get to hurt people close to us like your brother.” Accepting the gentle reminder, Oakley turned to her brother to apologize. “Sorry, Wax. I did not mean to hurt you.” She leaned close to her brother to awkwardly rub her little hands to his chest to soothe the pain. “It’s alright, Oaks. Next time, be careful.” Wax reminded her. Oaks took the bottle and placed it back in the side pocket of her backpack, and all was silent in the car.

What did I get myself into? He stood and advanced towards me in an unfriendly manner, I took wary steps backwards. “Exactly what you heard me say, Ayla. You intentionally spilled coffee on me just to get me to notice you. You left the normal elevator and came to the VIP elevator because you knew I’d be there.” “What?! I don’t understand what you’re talking about?” What kind of a brute was he? Was this how he was? The Almighty CEO Jaxon of XM company. The youngest billionaire in the country. Was he naturally like this or money was making him arrogant?

"That's the guy who's supposed to move in with me? He looks like he could kill someone with his bare hands." "He probably can," Prue said honestly. "But he won't. Not unless you're in immediate danger. Nate wouldn't send someone who'd hurt you, Lauren. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he is dangerous, just not to you. Nate told us he was an ex-SEAL. His name is Wyatt… Wyatt Heywood." Lauren was still staring at Wyatt, who hadn't moved from his position at the bar. He wasn't approaching; he just leaned against the bar. Just… watching.

Grace realized the breath which she had held when she saw Zayden jumping from the balcony. *** Zayden immediately got the intuition that whatever gift that Wyatt had sent was going to ruin his mood for a while. He knew his brother’s tactics. According to him, Wyatt was a psycho and his choice of gift was the worst. Sometimes he used to send dead bodies of people or dead bodies of animals, having no blood in them. “What does he send this time?”, he asked, once he reached Eric, who gave him a letter. “Just a letter?”, he asked him and opened it.

When he saw Xyla, he nodded at her politely before walking over to Stanley. Xyla recognized his face. Back in the shopping mall where she had a conflict with Mary Sullivan, Zack was the one who represented Stanley and kicked Mary out. He even told Mary that she had been blacklisted, and she would never be allowed into any shopping mall owned by Stanley. Xyla politely nodded at him with a smile on her face. “Master Batton, about the meeting we hadn’t finished the last time… Should we do it this afternoon?” Zack asked carefully. “Yeah,” Stanley answered.

"Don't act confident, I almost fell asleep watching you." Next, it was Wyatt’s turn. The eldest barely glanced at the stack for a second before he held his hand up and gave a hard flick. Unexpectedly, the piece he hit flew out with shocking ease. He picked it up like it was no big deal and placing it at the top. It was a total contrast to how Blake had played just now. "Waaaah! Wyatt Thompson...!". Zane let out an impressed gasp as everyone else acknowledged the elder's skill. "Just call me Wyatt." He smiled, feeling satisfied.

Wyatt said as he heard the shower turn on. “Are you going to get in here and fuck me, or not?” Celeste yelled from the bathroom. “I’m coming,” he said, walking towards the bathroom. “Already?” she called back. “Without me?” The four people still standing in the bedroom looked at each uncomfortably as Wyatt walked back into the bedroom and started shifting sheets around until he found the roll of condoms. “Promised her no pups yet,” he told them as he went back to the bathroom.

"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.

I asked with a feigned sad look. He laughed as he told on his full height, "how old are you Bethany? “ "Twenty," I lied smoothly. He smiled, “you lie, here it says you're eighteen." he looked at me with a 'really now' look. "Argh oh come on." "Multiple piercings, cuts, tattoos. What else is hiding under your clothes Bethy?" I narrowed my eyes when he mentioned cuts, I immediately went serious. I wrapped my fingers tightly around his wrist. "You can't say a word about the cuts, do you get?"