Zeke Baylor Novels & Stories

"You know, there are quite a few important people here today. You see that guy in the center of it all? Do you have any idea who he is, Carol?" "Who is he?" Carol asked, her curiosity piqued. She had noticed that man's haughty behavior the moment she walked into the private room. He was surrounded by people seeking to win his good graces, and the women accompanying him were gorgeous and alluring. "He's Zeke Zapata, the foremost scion of Linton Island!"

Zach announced, but Zeke was unmoved by what he said, his face even darkened. "I know, but I want to go to California, so I can give that guy a piece of my mind!. I'll sell his shares and collect his companies and riches for our Mom!". Zeke declared. "Easy…. Mommy is gonna hear you!". Zach whispered a little loudly to Zeke who scoffed. "You'll see about that, I'll get us all to California next week". A wicked smile appeared on Zeke's lips after he had said. "No…. No. Whatever you're thinking, I'll not help you". Zach admitted.

The little light dancing in Zeres crimson eyes was nothing less than a mere boredom and his mind went to Gale again as his eyes gleamed dangerously at the thought of eviscerating the so called king. Zeres stared at Zeke with that same glow in his eyes which Ezekiel realized was boredom or maybe no! It wasn't boredom, it was something else. Yes! He wanted them to leave his office quickly, obviously he was tired of seeing their faces but he had to endure the torture just for the information he had wanted about king Gale to come. Although it's been hours after he ended things with Lynn but as long as he got the information then he was ok. His personality was dwindling as a different person slow

Emma asked nervously. “I guess we need to improvise, we can’t let him go. I think the keeper knows it now. Damn it! Zeke!” Zac stood up and went to Zeke and Jill as the Keeper exits the front door of the diner, Emma behind him. “What did you do Zeke? I think he now knows us,” he said to Zeke. Zeke Smiled, “Relax man, he’s not going anywhere,” lifted his hands showing a bunch of keys, “I think it’s his car keys.” He said to Zac trying to hold his laughter.

Bryan said as he shook his friend from sleep, there was a hint of urgency in his voice and it was also evident on his face. Bryan Whyte was the son of the Army general and his only son, his father agreed to his marriage with Ava because to him it would widen his horizon but right now they seem to be an issue with the marriage and the only person who could help him now was his friend Zeke who was busy sleeping like a log of wood. Zeke was his closest friend and buddy but he had a knack for causing trouble every now and then and no one knew anything about his family or where he was from, he was just a usual Los Angeles boy who enjoyed the ogles and attention of women.

Ida announced, drawing Aly's attention to them. "We couldn't miss it; otherwise, Alyona would have my head," Zeke said jokingly. "It's glad you know, I probably would have grilled your whole body and fed it to the pigs," she glared at him playfully. "Damn, that's some scary ass shit! I hope your boyfriend never hurts you; otherwise, he's doomed!" Zeke exclaimed in a slightly frightened tone. "He's here, Zeke—meet Bazyli. Babe, meet my best friend Zeke and his lovely wife Talia," she introduced.

He seems to detect that’s all he’s going to get from me, so he continues, “Between what happened in Tennessee, and then your mother, I understand you need to take the time to get yourself together, so please do not rush yourself in coming back to work. Whenever you’re ready to come back, we will put you back on assignment, but until then, take your time to sort out what you need to sort out. If you need a ‘one-off’ in that time, to blow off steam, I will always be willing to oblige.” It takes me several moments to process this—and not just because Zeke has now uttered a total of four sentences without managing to come off as a condescending, creepy, cricket-rapist. “Wait . . . so I’m not . .

Yet he did not know that Prince Auten had not really left, but hid behind a tree to spy on what was happening. It had been so difficult to run into Darryl's son. How could he leave just like that? "You two." Just then, Zeke's gaze was razor-sharp as he took in the sight of Ambrose, before looking at Heather. "I'm not going to waste my words. Give up now." A strong force burst from Zeke as he spoke and he quickly raised his hand. Zeke appeared to move slowly, but the blow landed square onto the Tyrant Hammer. Ambrose's expression shifted as he let out a dull hum, feeling as if an immensely powerful force had struck him.

Half an hour later, after sitting for what seemed like ages, Kellan finally emerged, looking like the King he was. "Finally, King Kellan! For a minute, I thought you weren't gonna see me." Zeke said, standing up on his feet. He bowed his head slightly, a smile on his face. "To what do I owe this early visit?, It's barely 9 o'clock in the morning." Kellan said icily, glaring at Zeke. The young man looked like a clown to him. Everything he'd heard about him crossed his mind, worsening Kellan's mood. However, Zeke was the son of a notable and well respected Alpha Maverick of the Darkmoon park. It was hard to turn him down. He walked to the opposite sofa, and sat down. Waiting.

He was the exact opposite of Zeke. Zeke spoke of Dallas like a parasite who harmed everyone that he crossed paths with. Zeke had known Dallas, early in life they used to play football together and then Dallas one day started ignoring Zeke. I never understood the story, I always knew Zeke had left something out, maybe he was too embarrassed. Zeke told me he felt like he lost a brother that day, he was so heartbroken. It would be an act of betrayal if we even became friends. And Dallas was a bad idea to be on my mind, he was the exact opposite of Zeke. In fact, Dallas isn't even my type.