Zeke X Levi Novels & Stories

Levi said, and it sounded a lot like bye. "Levi and I attend the same university," I told Zack. "So are you two together. Am I interrupting a date?" Zack asked. I looked at Levi. "No we're just friends," I said and Levi's jaw clenched. Maybe I was turning evil because that brought me some pleasure. "So where have you been hiding?" Zack asked. "Scotland," Levi answered for me, "with me." "Is that why you and what's his name broke up?" Zack asked.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Zeke shouts from inside. Opens the door hoisting his backpack, Zeke meets him. “Mom we going now!” Zeke shouts back. Without waiting for a reply Both of them walked down the porch and head out going to school. Zac and Zeke both teenagers and high school students at Crowsdale high, have been friends since when they both can remember, best friends and inseparable. They named their duo the Double Z, their own secret club. However, only the two of them are members.

“I don’t think this is a trap. Even if it is, they don’t stand a chance.” I breathed heavily. I already know that. “Where is my mate?” “I’ll go find her.” Lucianna suggested. No, I wanted to be the one to go see her. “I-” “This Elon is the son of the person who killed my father, right?” Zeke absentmindedly said. His eyes were lost in thoughts and I can feel the building wrath inside him. No, he had that anger inside him ever since. That’s right. Zeke have an Alpha’s blood. My Uncle Zeuracious was his father, and the blood of the rightful leader of this pack runs in his veins.

What happened to him to make him look so worn? He made a huge sigh before making a quick glance on my side. And I knew this had to be because of Celes. Damn that woman. How could she not understand that Zeke was willing to give her everything? What did Zeke possibly gain from loving a lesbian? Celes had chosen to be a tomboy instead of choosing happiness with Ezekiel Bellevera.

Zeke himself prefer his company and to him, that was the best. Zeres didn't even bother to wonder why he wasn't feeling a ting of jealousy about Zeke approaching someone he loves. If it was another person, he would say that they had an ulterior motive but since it was Ezekiel, he had to cope. Abigail held the railing as she stared at the height where she stood. “How many brothers do you have?” She carefully asked. “Well, I have four. Am the eldest. Cole is my brother's name, the one born after me. Then, Azriel is the third son's name. The fourth son is called Blake and the last son is Kai.”

I was disappointed for her as she had worked so hard to get here, but in the end it wasn’t up to me, or my choice. I did make a new friend though. His name is Zeke, and he’s the teacher’s aid for our pediatric care class. He’s not sure if he wants to go on to be a doctor, or become a professor. He said time would tell. He seems pretty nice, and we get along well. When Lexi isn’t available he’s become my study partner. I’m not sure if he’s supposed to be doing that since he’s an aid, but he’s been helpful. He’s about 5’7” with dark brown hair, and brown eyes. He’s a little on the skinner side, but in his own way he’s kind of cute. He’s not an Omega like me, but that’s fine too. He's from a sm

Just slightly. “Then we finish this,” I said. “Together.” Lorenzo’s jaw clenched. He nodded once. A temporary alliance. One forged in blood, loss, and rage. Valerie took a step forward, her eyes blazing. “Xavier,” she whispered, “she’s here...” The sky split. Lisa descended. And the war began.

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.”