Zeke Hernandez Novels & Stories

His heart was still beating, but I knew that things were not going to be going well if they reached this point. “We got a call from a man named Lorenzo.” He said, and I frowned in confusion. “I know that he is not one of your pack members. He claims to have seen the fire, and has heard gunshots. I don’t know how long this went on, but many have been badly injured.” “Casualties?” “More are coming in by the minute.” He said, and I shook my head before I rushed to Elijah. I put my hand on his neck, forcing him to look at me for a second as he noticed my presence.

Half an hour later, after sitting for what seemed like ages, Kellan finally emerged, looking like the King he was. "Finally, King Kellan! For a minute, I thought you weren't gonna see me." Zeke said, standing up on his feet. He bowed his head slightly, a smile on his face. "To what do I owe this early visit?, It's barely 9 o'clock in the morning." Kellan said icily, glaring at Zeke. The young man looked like a clown to him. Everything he'd heard about him crossed his mind, worsening Kellan's mood. However, Zeke was the son of a notable and well respected Alpha Maverick of the Darkmoon park. It was hard to turn him down. He walked to the opposite sofa, and sat down. Waiting.

unfortunately,the arrival of an unwanted guest shattered the moment. A head of brown tinted hair abruptly blocked his view. Looking at the intruder Zeke sighed - in annoyance "why,are you here, Zack?" His expression instantly turned stern. He deeply regretted ever giving Zack his passcode Zack still mesmerized by the sight before him asked "who is that beautiful damsel?" Zack Castillo - The young master is the Castilo family,is one of Zeke's closest Friends. known as a wealthy and ruthless playboy, Zack rarely showed genuine interest in anyone.

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

"Wait... engagement? She was really Zeke's fiancée? But didn't he just deny it?" "And he's been hooking up with his stepsister? I mean... they definitely didn't act like siblings." "So he trashed his fiancée to protect his sister-girlfriend? That's wild." "What the hell are you idiots talking about?!" Zeke snapped. "Yeah, I've got a fiancée—but she's not even back in Arlencia for three more days! She's classy, elegant—no shot she's this lunatic standing here!" He puffed his chest. "My family runs Arlencia. Like I'd ever get pushed around by some girl—"

When we arrive at the classroom, he stops before opening the door. “I’m Eduardo by the way.” He says as he reaches out his hand. I shake his hand. “What’s your name?” He asked me. “Hernandez. I’m-” Suddenly everything turns black. 1 I woke up from a dream that I wished was real. Instead I’m in my grey, boring room lying down in a bed that feels like I was sleeping on a rock. It's five in the morning. Time to get moving.

“Ethan called! He said you went off volunteering somewhere remote! Oh, honey, I was so worried—you never just disappear—” Her words cut short as she notices Zeke standing beside me, smiling like sin in a leather jacket that screams 'bad news' to any protective father. “And who might this handsome young man be?” she asks, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. Zeke takes her hand before I can stop him, bringing it to his lips in an old-fashioned, dramatic gesture. “Ma’am, it’s an absolute pleasure. I’m Zeke.” He flashes that blinding, charming grin that melts women of all ages. “A friend of your daughter’s. A very lucky friend, I might add.”

“You were skeptical before?” He gave me a smile but didn’t answer my question. I was about to ask but Zeke came out from between two other tents, looking exhausted but that determination still shined through on his face. “Well, that wasn’t fun but it’s done.” His eyes widened and he looked down at his clipboard. “Wait…I didn’t set us up for any cooking tent. Shit.”

Zeke greeted Josh, who seemed to have gotten confused at the sight of him. He looked behind toward me with a frown on his face. “Who are you?” He asked bluntly when I did not offer any explanation for Zeke’s presence or why he was accompanying us on this trip. Josh stepped aside when Zeke made a move to get out. “Uncle Zeke!” Zoe cried. “He can carry us three without even falling!” She reported in her strong British accent. Zeke winced. He knew that he couldn't do that. Zeke had a hip surgery a year ago, which rendered him unable to do what Josh is doing right now. He can’t carry the three children altogether because doing so would severely compromise his balance.