Zeke Dunbar Novels & Stories

“Too bad he didn’t come with the other one. Ragnar, or what is he called? Just like you, I fear his potential. I’m really happy no one has taken up the job of showing him who he really is. Good for business, don’t you think?” “I’ll destroy you, Zeke Dawn,” I growled with all the pain in my heart. “I’d love to see you try,” he smirked, and darkness shot out from one of them, wrapping me in thick darkness.

He crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain, unable to get back up. Andrew walked over and stomped his foot onto Zeke's face. He leaned down with a chilling smile. "Big Z, huh? The great king of Verhampton Valley? Doesn't seem like you're much of anything to me." Zeke roared in humiliation. "Get your damn foot off me, you hear me? I'm backed by the Driscoll family in Blumedale! You know who they are? They're one of the Three Titans of Gabo Creek. They could crush you without lifting a finger!"

she caught herself, then continued, “I go by Dani.” Zeke—whose real name was Zarius— studied her closely. Dani barely reached his shoulder. Could this small, fragile-looking boy really be the same Nathaniel who was supposed to save him from bullies and inspire him to become a great cop someday? He couldn’t help but doubt the production team’s sanity. But the longer he looked at Dani, the more familiar the face became. “...Have we met before? In another production, maybe?” he asked. Danice shook her head. “No. This is my first time here.”

He was waiting for Eddie to challenge him on it. "I don't doubt that. It's just the first time I'm seeing her. How do I know we can trust her?" I had to admit, Eddie had a point there. Gunnar sighed, "This is Danny's sister," he spared me a glance before a sinful smirk tugged the corner of his lip upward, "and Theo Harper's daughter." I could tell he was enjoying this a little too much. This was a better form of revenge for him than forcing me to work at his architectural firm.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

I raised an eyebrow. He sighed and said, “Well, back in New York, Maxton really messed up Zeke. When was the last time you saw Zeke at school? He was in the hospital, unconscious for weeks and only woke up a little over a week ago. I am surprised Maxton didn’t go to jail, but Mr. Carter’s rich and found a way to shut Zeke’s dad up so he didn’t press charges.” ‎

PHOENIX’S POV “Okay, so I asked around and the person you need to impress today is Cristopher, not Justice.” Zeke was pulling stuff out of the duffel bag that he brought with him. He had packed a bottle of water, a towel, protein bars and fresh set of clothes. One would think that he got all that for me to use after tryouts, but they were actually for him. He claimed that being near these many athletic guys would make him lose his cool and he’d need to be hydrated to continuing functioning like a normal human being.