Romans & histoires Zeke Divergent

She laid out her predicament before him, the words tumbling out as she explained the circumstances of her forced withdrawal from Miller's High. Ava's vulnerability was palpable as she shared the details of her father's decision, which had been spurred by Jasmine's claims of an obsession with Leon Miller. She recounted how this situation had irrevocably altered the trajectory of her life, painting a portrait of desperation and distress. As she bared her soul, Ethan's facade of detachment seemed to crack, revealing traces of empathy and perhaps even a hint of guilt.

Then I nearly screamed. Zeke came from the corridor, silent as death, and shuffled into the kitchen. Soon enough he was standing in front of the fridge, shirtless, boxers hanging low on his hips, hair a wild mess of waves. His back was all smooth lines and ink depicting wolves and mountain ridges, intricate sigils I didn’t recognize, a silver chain catching the fridge light. He turned lazily, eyes bleary and half-lidded. “Oh… It’s you.” “Sorry!” I yelped, nearly dropping the bags. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

I cut him off with a kiss, completely lost in him. I forget that Zeke is in the room until I hear him mutter ”Okay, I’ll just leave you to it then!” Before he can walk away I pull back. “Zeke!” I call out…Fuck! Drake makes me dizzy and light headed with his scent and his, oh my goddess, he’s nearly naked and I feel his throbbing manhood against my ass. Zeke turns with a grin “It’s okay Zelle! I’ll see you downstairs. I’m just glad that you are getting along. He’s a good guy, ya know!”

The blue crescent mark burned faintly against their arms but they seemed not to have notice, eyes fixed on each other. Zeke lowered his head to stare at her for a moment and his expression threw her off guard. It wasn't his usual coldness, his face was completely open. Not cold, not controlled, just him with an expression dangerously close to want plastered on his face - the want he had refused to name.

he seethed, his voice laced with impatience and anger. Zeke, undeterred by Devin's fury, met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "Love speaks louder than words, Devin," he replied, his voice calm yet filled with an unshakable strength. "And it is love that will prevail in the face of your aggression. You will not have Azure." As the tension between them thickened, the air became charged with anticipation. Zeke's unwavering love clashed against Devin's relentless determination, and it was in this clash of wills that the fate of our intertwined lives hung precariously.

The only thing I had my eyes on was the exhaustion radiating from the man across the table. “You’ve never said what your plans are after this war.” I began, leaning forward. “What happens to you when this is over? When we crumble your father’s empire, and I’ve walked away with my freedom and Vanguard Acquisitions?” Zeke looked at me with fatigued eyes, running his hand through his hair. “The same thing that always happens, Evelyn. I find the next project that catches my fancy and I pour my heart into it. That way, I will always have a way to fill the void inside of me until I can’t do it any longer.”

Trent I woke up with my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth. I stared up at the ceiling, my eyes squinting as I struggled to focus on anything. I blinked several times before realizing I wasn’t in my bed. It wasn’t my ceiling, and it was definitely not my mattress. I slowly turned my head, not wanting to make any sudden movements. “Oh shit,” I groaned, realizing I was in Sade’s bed. The night came flooding back. There had been a lot of tequila.

To the right of the pool, I spot someone lying on the sun loungers. Zeke. I immediately walk over to him, for a second I think he's passed out, but he's not. He's staring at the sky with a cigarette held in his hand. "Zeke? What the hell! Where did you go! I was looking for you everywhere-" "Shhh," he holds a finger up to me, still staring at the sky. That's when I realise he's totally out of it. "Look," he points at the sky. "What?"

In order to buy time for his parents to escape, Zeke hung up the phone and rushed forward while he shouted, "Stop, stop!" Leo looked towards the sound and said with a frown, "It's you again?" Junette also recognized Zeke. She quickly climbed up and said to Leo as if she wanted to take credit, "He’s Alex Cohen's childhood friend, Zeke Martin!" "What?" Realizing that he had been cheated, Leo took a quick step to meet Zeke then punched him in the gut as he said viciously, "Didn't you fucking say that you’re an employee of Helse Pharmaceuticals? Huh? How dare you lie to me! Do you have a death wish?"

The climate in the room rises as hours count down to a critical moment of our assignment. Moving around the ill-organized table covered in maps and papers, the team gathers, standing in the midst of the preparations. Jake is looking straight at me, and although it is only for a few seconds, I can discern a shyness that does not often show itself. “How do you even manage it, Zea?” Jake’s voice is soft, his face intense. This is the question that was raised by the character: ’’Can I have fife being a mother and a killer at once?’’