Zeke Divergent Novels & Stories

DANIEL’S POV The blue light from the monitors reflected in Zeke’s eyes, making him look even more like the sociopath he was. He had been hunched over the keyboard for hours, lines of code scrolling past at a nauseating speed. The air in his private den was thick with the scent of ozone and expensive espresso. "Okay, for real, this is a hard task, Daniel," Zeke commented, clicking his tongue as he continued to punch mercilessly at the keys. "This user's firewall is strong. They seemed extremely prepared for this intrusion. It’s almost professional."

He was now able to see it clearly, he was the one to make everything right and the whole kingdom would be shrouded in utter hatred and evil unless he decides to step on it and take full charge. “Ezekiel, what can we do?” Abigail's voice came reeling Zeke back to reality. “Uh, sorry I Zoned out. I believe if I try to stand or. . . maybe exert my full energy I would destroy the barrier.” Zeke said moving to the dead end but as he neared it, he didn't even raise his hand yet to punch but the dead end suddenly disintegrated right to his very before. When Ezekiel moved away, the barrier returned.

“Ma’am… I just received the news.” I crossed my arms. “What news?” He took a deep breath and said, “The White Group… we’re officially cutting ties with the Crest Group?” His tone was unsure, almost pleading, as if hoping I’d tell him it was all a misunderstanding. “And?” I asked flatly. He blinked. “And?” “Yes,” I said coldly. “You look like you’re about to faint, Mr. Zeke. What’s the problem?” He looked like he didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. “Miss Alice, forgive me, I’m not questioning your authority—”

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.

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.