Zeke Dunbar Novels & Stories

“I don’t believe any of this.” “Ohhh, believe it, baby.” “OK, well… what about you?” “What about me?” “Are you really going to stand there and act like you were so goddamn honest that night?” She tossed her head, and he wished hard that her hair was loose and wild so he could catch it in his hands and yank her sweet, hot mouth to his, to shut her up and stop her from saying whatever cutting truth she was about to lay on him. “Really, Zeke the chopper builder from Arizona? The guy who knows Nell and The Highwaymen from drinking at The Red between scouting motorcycle parts, nothing whatsoever to do with being a fellow filthy criminal one-percenter? Tell me, did you help Gunner run his guns?”

I'm impatient, so I say, "Tell me what happened." He takes a breath, then says, "Alright, okay." You are aware of Blakely's interactions with Jordan, correct? "What?" I struggle to digest what Brandon just said as my eyes widen. Zeke is a drug dealer. I don't believe him; he can't have. I've heard the rumors that he did it, but since I know him, I'm confident that he would never do something so terrible. He must be referring to a different arrangement. like potatoes, for example.

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.

Zeke greeted Josh, who seemed to have gotten confused at the sight of him. He looked behind toward me with a frown on his face. “Who are you?” He asked bluntly when I did not offer any explanation for Zeke’s presence or why he was accompanying us on this trip. Josh stepped aside when Zeke made a move to get out. “Uncle Zeke!” Zoe cried. “He can carry us three without even falling!” She reported in her strong British accent. Zeke winced. He knew that he couldn't do that. Zeke had a hip surgery a year ago, which rendered him unable to do what Josh is doing right now. He can’t carry the three children altogether because doing so would severely compromise his balance.

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

“I don’t care how difficult it is, I want it done. You have three days. If you can’t find anything useful in three days, you can forget about working for me. We Burnhams have no use for laziness.” “Yes, sir.” … Elias sent all of the evidence to Zeke as soon as he received them. In times like this, having Zeke publish the entire thing would hold greater impact. Zeke was known for being a serious and professional director in the entertainment world. His words would hold more influence. The first thing Zeke did as soon as he received the evidence was to publish them on his official social media account. The activities on his account were so scarce that it was almost pitiful.

I hope you at least got a good enough sleep. Ashleigh: Yeah, it wasn't too bad, wait... how come you are up at 5 am? Zander: I'm usually up this early *boy shrug emoji* Ashleigh: Really? Why so early? School doesn't usually start until 8.00 am. Zander: I like to go for a run every morning. It helps to clear my head for the start of the day. I try to catch up on any work or pack work I need to do beforehand if I have time after.

"Sorry, I mean...I work for Mr. Miller." "Oh.." Zeke smiled. He picked up his glass of wine and took a sip. Dante's eyes followed all of Zeke's movement. From the way he picked up the glass with his slender delicate fingers to the way his lips engulfed the tip of the glass, everything made sense. No wonder Sebastian fell for him, Dante thought. He's too beautiful to be real. "What work do you do for him?" "Oh...I'm his um...his personal doctor." Zeke furrowed his brows. He leaned forward as he placed the glass back on the table, "Keane never told me he had a personal doctor."

"Wow. I told him. They had finished getting gifts from family and friends there. Tiana and Zeke next up! Oh, that's so cute with dinosaurs on the onesies, and they wanted a dinosaur theme for the boys Zackary Scotland ( short for Scottie) and Scotland Zackary short for Zack) Oh wow, that's different. I love it, Tiana! " It's a strong and tough name Zeke said. I like it, bud. I told him too. We are so excited for them! I love you girls, we all hug and start watching Tiana opening the last gift from her mom and dad. New SUV! Wow, we saw the keys they asked us to go see it.