Zeke Divergent Novels & Stories

“I might just as well continue with it. I need to get to the house, pretend to be a good mate, and see if I can get something out of that red head.” “That jerk,” I made a low growl. “His name’s Zeke,” I gave him a look. He shouldn’t admit that kind of thing in an open place. He may like me, but as far as the tradition of this land goes, he has to keep it under wraps. For now, at least. “How’s that going to help?” Davina asked me. “I assumed you were all knowing,” Elora turned to her with a surprise smirk. Davina scoffed. “I can’t see everything at once. Especially when I’m stuck in this body.”

Zeres who was just leaping noticed the destruction from miles away and instead of continuing leap, he applied his ability and within a blink, he had teleported from where he was down to Ezekiel's apartment in Dark Igor. Zeke was having a relaxing moment with himself as he readied his mind for the upcoming war but all of a sudden, there was an interruption. “Dude, you know how much I dislike you appearing out of nowhere.” Ezekiel complained but Zeres gritted his teeth to the bones and scoffed. “Whenever I make such appearance isn't it to tell that it's a sign that something disastrous had taken place? Do not take me for granted Zeke.” Zeres was upset.

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.

He instructed Izak to leave, and added, “I’ll call for Eskal when we’re finished.” I blinked back tears as the meaning of his words settled over me. Izak was a werewolf, and while he could understand a vampire’s need for blood it would still make him uncomfortable to witness the aftermath. I steeled my resolve, the only goal was to maintain the alliance and keep Darrien safe, everything else was inconsequential.

I am well aware most bosses would not put up with their employees directly calling them a fuck-monkey. Zeke lets out an exaggerated sigh, then continues, “Fine, fine. Let me see . . . ” He spends a few seconds pretending to look through his planner, but I know for a fact he has every client and prospective job memorized in that seriously disturbed brain of his. Zeke really is nothing if not an over-dramatic showman. He probably would’ve gone into Hollywood had he not decided killing people was more fun.

Soon after, Zeke released the hug and ran to enter the Cyber world store with Zach. Unknown to Anya, the reason why Zeke was this excited was because he finally would find the last piece of item which he'd need for his revenge plan with Zach.

Zeke slurred. He had put on pants and was drinking straight from a bottle of brandy. “No, no no!” I snatched the bottle away. “You cannot have a downward spiral right now!” “I had a horrible break up. You stayed in bed for like a month after Cedric left. Men were in and out of your room.” “Well, I didn’t have to save all of Uquix so immediately after Cedric bit me!” “This isn’t fair, Zelda! I love Oz!” Zeke sobbed.

On the bed, Zeke finally detached himself from a sleeping Jovani and sat up slowly. “My name … my real name. It’s Ezekiel.” . TBC

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 . .

"Shut up, all of you!" Zeke cut them off with a roar. Then, he fixed his gaze on Hazel again, his voice rising into a furious shout. "Why did you get divorced? Why? Don't you realize that I'm as good as dead if you divorce him? Why are you so selfish? Couldn't you have backed down if Evan wouldn't listen or give in? Huh?" Zeke looked like a wild beast ready to tear someone apart. His eyes had turned bloodshot, making him look terrifying.