Zeke Hernandez Novels & Stories

NESSA Today I had planned to get him down at all cost . According to mums predictions, he is beyond weak right now and can't do much when faced with danger so I have the perfect opportunity to capture Zeke. Just then my phone rang . Mum calling Shit…. zekes here how do I do this "Who's that ? Shawn? " he asked Crap crap Yeah it'll definitely be alright "Nahh it's my mum " I replied "Hey mum…" I gave a little laugh

My heart beat loudly when I saw it was an unknown number calling. Was my sister in trouble again? “Hello?” I greeted. “Hazel Thompson?” “This is her.” “This is the Heart Care Psychiatric ward. I wanted to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy have discontinued the payment for your brother, Drake Thompson’s treatment. If it is not paid by the time the week ends, we’ll have to discharge him.” I felt like crying. My grandparents were the ones who were supposed to cover the cost of my brother’s treatment—a brother nobody but my family knew existed.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

These were the moments that cemented the reality of our love story, the quiet, everyday instances that proved it wasn't just a fleeting infatuation, but a deep, abiding connection that permeated every aspect of our lives. One particular evening, we found ourselves at a school fundraiser, a somewhat drab affair held in the gymnasium. While most of our peers gravitated towards the more boisterous activities, Earnest and I found ourselves drawn to a quiet corner, where a small, impromptu acoustic guitar performance was taking place. We sat on the floor, our knees touching, our heads leaning against the cool cinder block wall. As the musician strummed a melancholic melody, Earnest turned to me,

A small smile appeared on her face as she saw me when she looked at Andres again. “So the rumors were true after all. You knocked me up, and now you are playing house with your second chance mate?” “That is enough, Elizabeth,” Andres growled when I felt like I had heard this name somewhere. “Alpha Sanders.” all three of us turned around to see Doctor Quinn standing behind us.

Elena whispers, staring at Zeke, her jaw practically on the floor. Zeke Colts. One my brother's best friends. I would personally describe him as a complete and utter idiot who is seriously so annoying. He's been over to our house multiple times and on every single one of those times I either wanted to murder him or kill myself. He isn't per se rude or anything, but he's just annoying. Like, you know how you have that one sibling you love but can't stand? Yeah, that's Zeke. Except I don't like him. I just tolerate him. Most of the time, anyway. I don't know why Elena has such a huge crush on him.

“What do you want?” Beta Zeke stood at the top of the mezzanine stairs a few feet from my bed. He had a black leather jacket, black jeans and white vest. The white of the vest highlighted his olive skin. I already knew he was ripped underneath, thanks to Livi providing me an immediate flash of remembrance. Those dark eyes stared right at me. With no emotion, “I’m heading back north.” “How long are you leaving me here for? I can’t stay here forever! I should be at Cragstone”

Jared pointed out the moment Zeke’s face came into view on the screen. “So, Mr. Manning. You’ve come forward today to make a very rather controversial revelation,” the reporter prompted. Zeke’s face was set in a little frown and he seemed reluctant to speak. “Well.. umm.. I suppose,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “You published a video online a couple of days ago claiming that the CEO of A&M…,” the reporter began again.

On the bed, Zeke finally detached himself from a sleeping Jovani and sat up slowly. “My name … my real name. It’s Ezekiel.” . TBC

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.