Zeke Hernandez Novels & Stories

Mindy immediately forced a bright, desperate smile and hurried to Mr. Hernandez’s side, looping her arm through his. "Mr. Hernandez! What are you doing here?" He didn’t answer. With a slow, deliberate movement, he peeled her hand off his sleeve as if removing an unwanted insect. His eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto Zachary. "Zachary Reynolds,” Hernandez said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I’ve heard much about the infamous Zachary Reynolds of the East Coast. A pleasure to finally meet—though I wish the circumstances were less... intrusive."

she threatened vehemently. I simply chuckled at her words and took a step back. "Just so you know, my name is Henry, a former beta of the Lycan Pack, and I want you to remember that I am watching you. If you dare do anything stupid to Sierra, I will make sure you regret it all. Not only that, but you will despise everything about yourself and realize that you are not fit to be a Luna, not only in the ghost pack but in every pack," I warned sternly. I walked away as I noticed her growing anger, and before I could turn to the other side, I heard her yell…

“I’m sorry, but I realized I don’t know your name from all our chatting.” “They call me Gelo.” He snapped his legs together and gave her a quick bow. “At your service.” “Nice to meet you, Gelo. This is my friend Keia.” Hera stepped aside. Gelo kissed the back of Keia’s hand, and she watched him with wide eyes. “Thomas will be here soon. I just had to see who he couldn’t stop talking about. Seems like everything he said was spot on.” “All good things, I hope?” “Absolutely.” Gelo accepted the wine offered to him. “Ah, here comes my much older friend now.”

I informed the manager on what to do. I dropped some more cash for her and walked out of the room. Driving at high speed is quite exciting—something I enjoy immensely. Today, the speed wasn't just for the excitement, it's a necessity. Good thing I don't have to head over to the Bronx since Santos is in town. At the warehouse, Santos introduced me to our new partner. “This is Mr. Zucchini, the founder of Zeke's foundation and Zuca Boss.” “I see. Nice to meet you.” I said, offering him a handshake as I stared at him hard. There's something about him.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Only a man is delaying all of his plans. He looked at Gabriel for a couple of times, there was a silence to be broken and at this point, only Alex could do that. Zeke was used to having nothing to say at that moment and he sure wasn't going to waste his word on a morsel like Gabriel. His impatience was seen vividly. He was tired of waiting. Zeke stood up and stretched. He went on to his phone and decided to pass time by reading some news. He suddenly remembered Luna and how she had died. It made him more infuriated. He was sure Alex Had something to do with it but he had no evidence. None at all.

"The pack healer, yes. But I never mentioned who his father was. I just said he wasn't in the picture." "The healer would have seen his eyes." Zeke tapped his pen against the desk. "Those eyes are distinctive. Anyone who's seen me would make the connection." I hadn't thought of that. "Doctor Chen is a good man. He wouldn't gossip about his patients." "People talk, Cecelia. Even good people." Zeke added the healer's name to the list. "What about Fatima's husband? Other family members?"

“It’s just wrestling. It’s not like they’ll be joining any tournaments that need to watch their diet or something.” “Anyway, where’s the others?” Desperate to change the topic. I’m already sweating from our conversations. The contrasting reaction towards me is making me feel uncomfortable. That I want to disappear in this instance. Zeke grabbed his phone and seemed to check any notification then turn it off. “Henrick is on his way here while Oli…probably still asleep. He hasn't texted me back yet.” “Oh.” I bobbed my head. Zeke checked his phone again. Tapping on his phone while his brows were knitted together. As if he’s having a hard time typing his message that assumes for Oliver. Since he

Behind the stately, carved table, made out of mahogany wood, a high-backed, leather chair stood sentinel. “Take a seat, Evelyn,” Zeke said as he walked around the large table to take his seat. There was a bottle of tequila on a corner of the table and he poured himself a healthy amount into a glass cup. “Do you care for some?” He asked. I shook my head. I had a lot more pressing issues to deal with at the moment, I could always drink later. Zeke nodded and poured the contents down his throat in one clean move. “As I’ve told you already, for some weird reason that I do not care about, my father and my brother are hellbent on ruining me for reasons best known to them.” He began, as he walked a

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.