Zeke Baylor Novels & Stories

And he wanted to get to know his son. Zeke aka Bishop likes to plan and strategize. He learned it from his special ops training. He's very smart, and he plans out the club's maneuvers. His shades were one of his signatures, he always had them on. He often joked that they allowed him to observe without someone knowing he was doing so.

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.

she smiled and hugged my cousin instead of shaking his outstretched hand. “Good to know you all ! I am Zeke,” he chirped. “The Dark Overlord’s present Beta. Kai’s father and mine were real brothers,” he formally introduced himself and immediately raised eyebrows responded back at him. Everyone’s defenses seemed to have gone up, causing Zeke to put his arms up in surrender. “Woah ! I am not here to cause trouble in your lives. I am actually a secret dissident in the heinous villain’s camp,” he quickly explained himself.

he breathed, rubbing against Zeke like a cat in heat. With the toys in place, Zeke pocketed the remote control app on his phone. "Remember, I'm in charge. Be good, or I'll turn it up." They headed down to the company offices below the penthouse, a sleek corporate tower where Zeke was the CEO, and the others held key roles. The day started normally, Eli in finance, Damien in development, Delilah as Zeke's personal assistant, but Zeke's intervals of activation turned it into a game of endurance.

Zeke Mathews was a businessman. Not just any businessman, but one of the youngest bachelors to establish such a successful empire in New York. Thalassa had heard about him in business conversations but had only seen a picture of him once. Perhaps that was why she didn't recognize him immediately. The morning after their agreement, Zeke came to pick her up to take her to his house to meet his grandmother. On the way, he tried to make conversation, but Thalassa wasn't in the mood. She gave him one-word answers until he gave up trying to get her to speak.

Zeke nodded casually. - After parting ways, Zeke texted Caroline. Zeke: [I'll leave Angelbay in a few days, Caroline.] Caroline was shocked by the text. Caroline: [Has the agreement been signed?] Zeke: [Yes. I was just a caretaker. If he didn't return, I would consider MK as my own venture. Now that he's back, it's only fair to return MK to its rightful owner.] Caroline couldn't express her gratitude for Zeke's actions in words.

Zeke laughing, goofing around, people cheering. Then the screen shifted. The music changed. “Zeke Evans,” my voice said. “Known for his charm, his leadership, and his ability to win anyone over. But that wasn’t his true name.” “Zeke Evans,” the voice-over said. “Or should we say… Ezekiel Evans Jr. Lillard.” The crowd quieted. Zeke’s smile froze. Images appeared: A yearbook photo showing Zeke's name, old newspaper headlines. “Son of Ezekiel Lillard, former business mogul and head of an underground syndicate.”

Zeke said to a man dressed in a black suit next to him with a grin. He continued, "Sebastian even cured Mr. Griffin Senior and Mr. Whitaker Senior's illness as well. So, his medicinal skills are truly impressive! If you have any chronic aches and pains, I can arrange for him to do a check-up!" The man Zeke spoke to was Timothy Winslow, Steinberg's Chief Administrative Officer. Timothy was both powerful and well respected, but most importantly, Zeke needed to convince him in order for the city of Steinberg to sponsor the competition.

“She's getting what she deserves! You were mine, she stole you away, grandma Monica's love, she covered it all for herself and even the inheritance, most of it willed to her! She's just a bitch getting…” Her words trailed off by the loud bang of Zeke’s gun. "Shut the fuck up, or I will show you how it's done,” He thundered. Zeke? I knew he was powerful, but seeing him in his elements only heightened how scared I was already. I shuddered slightly at the thought of seeing someone get killed by my kid's father. “What?" Zeke barked at Chris. “We are both beasts, Mr. Ezekiel Reid. Who's more brutal is what differentiates us," He replied.

A little girl came over and asked, "Kaleb, what are you talking about?" Elvis pushed her aside and said, "Get away. Don't disturb us when we talk about important things." The little girl curled her lips and almost cried. Zoey's car was running on the road. After she fixed her makeup, her assistant said, "Zoey, he is just a child. Why do you need to go to pick him up in person?" Zoey rolled her eyes at her and said, "You know nothing. He is not an ordinary child. He is the great-grandson of the Harrison family. Do you think ordinary people can go to pick him up?"