Zeke Hernandez Novels & Stories

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.

he breathed, rubbing against Zeke like a cat in heat. With the toys in place, Zeke pocketed the remote control app on his phone. "Remember, I'm in charge. Be good, or I'll turn it up." They headed down to the company offices below the penthouse, a sleek corporate tower where Zeke was the CEO, and the others held key roles. The day started normally, Eli in finance, Damien in development, Delilah as Zeke's personal assistant, but Zeke's intervals of activation turned it into a game of endurance.

Shit, I must have snatched his locker key by mistake. “Ahem, practice starts in two minutes.” The cute guy who saved me, coughed. “Yeah, I just need to change this vest real quick.” “Yeah, do that, else Adrian will rip you to shreds.” I have no doubt he'd do so. “Wait, thank you for helping me back there.” “I didn't help you, the coach really wanted to see my cousin.” Cousin? He must have noticed the drastic change in my face “I'm Ezekiel Volkov, teammates call me Zeke.”

She stares at me for a beat longer, like she's looking for the joke, and then she gestures toward the door and I leave. Zeke is leaning against the wall outside the administration wing with his arms folded and that infuriating expression of mild amusement he wears specifically when he's trying not to laugh at me. He's in the standard Westbridge uniform, blazer and all, which still looks faintly absurd on someone built like he is, because Ezekiel McCarty was not constructed to look like a prep school student. He was constructed to look like someone who gets paid to stand between dangerous things and the people who need protecting.

The contact sent news, "Well done. You're qualified for a higher rank. Prepare for your departure. You're coming to HQ." "Yes, sir!" Zeke was overjoyed. He'd been there before, Black Sun's headquarters. Back then, he was there as a test subject. He was their guinea pig, an object with no rights over his body. Now, he was making a comeback as a core member. Money and power could easily be obtained once he was in the core circle. His dream was coming true. However, Zeke said, "Give me some time. I have to settle some personal affairs." He was referring to the Solbergs, the Leightons, and Evan.

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.

Now, in just a few months, he could chat and laugh with people, and he could deal with all kinds of entertainment without changing his expression. The only thing that remained the same was that he would always keep the young girl who covered him with an umbrella in mind. The reason Zeke came here today was to get an investment. He did everything he possibly could to get acquainted with Chris, who was the son of a wealthy family, for this reason. He wanted to use Chris to build a bridge to approach a person. A person who had the ability and financial resources to help him realize this crazy idea. This person was Harper, the head of the Harlowe family, which was one of the top three ancient fa

He didn't even have a witty remark to return. "Such honors, are for true warriors. The likes of you are to be taken prisoner, humiliated in trial, and forced to live a life of nothingness consequently." Caleb finished. He leaned closer to Alejandro, who now looked more angry than perplexed, "You won't get to die on this field, Corona." Caleb raised his fist, and gave him a solid punch, knocking him unconscious.

A purple bruise beginning to form. "I didn't peg you for the guy who had problems controlling his anger," Kendra decided to open her mouth and I was suddenly wishing that she decided to sit with the group instead of with me, "The guy you punched, his name is Brady Hampshire. His father is the richest man in town and the biggest dick if you asked me. They're going to do anything to make your life hell now just because of that."

Running back to her room, picking her jewelry and putting it around her neck. Zeff had said it to her, but she rarely listened to him for what she thought all the times that he was younger, and he couldn't control her at all. Edon was an Alpha from their father's rival pack, that then he abandoned long ago. He was visiting their place and their neighborhood as their norm to introduce his mate. A Luna whom he believed and strongly spotted to be his mate.