Zeke Hernandez Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Jessica said with a laugh. Sandra quickly climbed back into the car. "No, that’s not what I meant… I mean I actually know him." "Alright then, what’s his name?" Sandra froze, suddenly realizing she didn’t know. "I… don’t know." Jessica laughed. “See? I knew you’re not completely updated with the outside world. Come on, that’s Jerome Hernandez, the insanely famous NBA player.” "I didn’t know his name, but I’ve seen him in person. He’s one of the giant guys who live in the unit next to mine!"

But I haven’t seen him in person. I couldn’t explain the fact that I felt disappointed for some reason. The only other person I haven’t seen for the duration I was in the hospital was Zeke. He still isn’t back from wherever he was staying. I heard from Jason that he was healing from an accident. He didn't give me more information apart from the fact that he was fine and he’ll be back in the pack as soon as it was safe for him. Too many things were going on. And we seemed to be getting more questions rather than answers.

Then, she stomped her foot in frustration. At that moment, Zeke had already been taken to the hospital, and his dislocated joints were reconnected. "Zac, quick! Delete all those videos online!" As soon as Zeke woke up, the first thing he thought about was the people who had recorded him crawling out like a dog. However, Zacharias remained silent, a bitter smile on his face. “Zac…” Zeke stammered. "The video’s gone viral. The download count is one of the highest on the internet,” Zacharias said solemnly.

“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?”

Zeke laughing, goofing around, people cheering. Then the screen shifted. The music changed. “Zeke Evans,” my voice said. “Known for his charm, his leadership, and his ability to win anyone over. But that wasn’t his true name.” “Zeke Evans,” the voice-over said. “Or should we say… Ezekiel Evans Jr. Lillard.” The crowd quieted. Zeke’s smile froze. Images appeared: A yearbook photo showing Zeke's name, old newspaper headlines. “Son of Ezekiel Lillard, former business mogul and head of an underground syndicate.”

Zeke grunted, the weight of the dumbbells not even slowing his rhythm. "You're the Final Boss of 'Yearning,' Zeke," Miguel laughed. "She’s always been the one. Why don't you just tell her and end the drama?" Zeke stopped, his expression turning cold and sharp. "Why would I?" he asked, his voice like ice. "I am Zeke Yuan Zhao. I don't chase, and I certainly don't confess." "Your ego is going to be your funeral," Miguel countered. "Look at her. You think male models aren't lined up at her door? She even showed me some of the guys hitting on her the other day." It's Arthur.

They cooked again my favorite. I heard a car beeping so loud. I thought it was just a random car but sun I look through the window, I saw Zeke leaning on his car while his hands inside the pocket. He was wearing a shades with black polo paired with black jeans and white shoes. He was so handsome. Plus, his long hair was blown away by the wind but his smile makes him more handsome. The f*ck, what am I saying?

That maybe, just maybe, a small part of him grieved and was mourning her. But now, I knew better. He hadn’t been avoiding this master bedroom because he was grieving. He had been saving himself for Ophelia. The realization hit me like a slap. I had been so stupid! Zeke’s tall figure loomed as he stepped further inside, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing the smooth line of his neck. His smirk stretched as his blue eyes landed on me. Zeke might be a scumbag, but he was indeed a handsome man, he knew it and took pride in it. At 29, he was almost at his peak in his career and was one of the rising CEO in the city.

“That’s awfully kind of you.” “Oh, please don’t call me ma’am,” I insist. “Julia is just fine.” “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he replies, his voice a cozy rumble. “I’m Zeke.” I can’t help but smile at the formality of his speech. Maybe this place really does have some old world charm after all. “You’re here early, Zeke. I don’t think the rest of the crew is here yet. Are you really that excited about wading through the swamp?”