Zeke Dunbar Novels & Stories

“Who the hell are you? How dare you slap me!” “How dare I slap you?! I’ll kill you right now!” Zeke kicked George to the floor, stomping on his head and growling, “Do you know that Master Wade had ordered that I must let Miss Wilson pass her interview!? And yet, you ruined it, you f*cking id*ot! If I don’t make you pay today, I’ll write my name, Zeke White, backward!” George trembled in shock and fear upon hearing the name ‘Zeke White’. He knew that he was in deep sh*t now.

Donovan took hold of Boma’s hand and they followed behind his grandfather. When they entered the house, Boma marveled at the interior. A nice clean scent was in the air. It smelled like some sort of fresh air freshener and made her want to keep staying there. Again, she controlled herself from inhaling deeply. She didn’t want to embarrass herself. She also admired the interior décor. Everything was shiny and big. “Grandpa is a Civil Engineer by profession,” Donovan informed her. “He always gets contracts from the government and private clients and firms. And lest I forget, he is the CEO of Azel company as well as the Executive director of Garrett farms which he inherited from my great grandp

M. To get a picture of Zeke physically, imagine the progeny of the union of Ron Jeremy, Barry Williams, and a seriously obese walrus. In short, just about the only thing going for him physically is his black curly hair—curly hair is a weakness of mine, and it’s the only thing that keeps me from wanting to vomit whenever I see him. I still won’t touch the man with a thirty-foot pole if I can help it, but at least I don’t want to kill him, which would definitely void my contract.

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.

6 pm. It was an address. Maybe for a date. Maybe where he lived. I wasn't sure. But the thought of him being so sure that I'd show up was a turn-on. It's like he knew I was yearning for him. He could read minds, if not, he could read mine. I remembered there was another note he stuffed between my breasts. I quickly pulled it out and silently read it. It read: Hezekiah Mumba. 25th June. 34 years old.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

But for today, we decided to have a barbecue party in our pool area. I took off my clothes until only my swimming trunks were left covering my body, I immediately walk out of my room and went to the pool area. When I got there I caught up with Zuck who was busy with barbecue while Zach was having a serious conversation on his cellphone. Zeke is with nanny Minda and he watches over her because Zeke is not that good at swimming and he easily gets cramps so I always tell nanny Minda not to leave Zeke in the pool alone.

Zeke Forenbach, his weary body still pulsating with the remnants of his victorious battle against Devin, gathered his strength to seek out Reiner, his trusted ally and dear friend. As he made his way to Reiner's side, his heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. The imminent departure of his soul weighed heavily on his mind, urging him to make the most of their remaining time together. Reiner sensed Zeke's presence before he even saw him, and as their eyes met, a bittersweet understanding passed between them. Their unspoken connection had always transcended mere words, and in this poignant moment, they both knew that their time together was drawing to a close.

Zeke shouts from inside. Opens the door hoisting his backpack, Zeke meets him. “Mom we going now!” Zeke shouts back. Without waiting for a reply Both of them walked down the porch and head out going to school. Zac and Zeke both teenagers and high school students at Crowsdale high, have been friends since when they both can remember, best friends and inseparable. They named their duo the Double Z, their own secret club. However, only the two of them are members.

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.