Zeke Hernandez Romane & Geschichten

I could feel his dick in my face. "Isabelle." Zach said it like he was admonishing me. "So now you're a mafia whore." I heard Mariano grit his teeth. "Don't say her name." He said calmly. "Or I'll feed you your own fucking tongue." "Isabelle." Zach repeated, smirking. "Man, you don't want her. Believe me, she's a lousy fuck." I flinched. He was right. I'd never be good enough for a man like Mariano.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.

"I need to get this frustration out before I go back to Alicia. She is still not answering my texts." Zeke stepped into the ring. His opponent was a mountain of a man….twice Zeke’s size and covered in tattoos. The guy laughed when he saw Zeke. Bad move. The bell rang, and Zeke moved like a snake. He didn't waste power. He waited for the giant to swing, slipped under the punch, and delivered a sickening kick to the man's knee. I watched from the shadows as Zeke systematically dismantled him. A jab to the throat, a hook to the ribs, and finally, a knee to the face that sent the giant crashing to the canvas.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

That was convincing enough, right? “Gnarly.” He held out a hand and grasped my forearm. “I’m Priestley, by the way. Originally of the Howling Winds pack.” “Oh, nice.” I smiled tightly at him. “How do you know who I am?” He laughed. “Wait. You are joking, right? You’re like, the most famous werewolf ever right now. You have elemental magic, dude!” He shook his head at me, but it didn’t look like he was being judgement. It looked like he was endeared by my lack of knowledge. Well – that made a damn nice change. “You want to eat breakfast with me? It’s a fresh catch from the hunt this morning.”

It was clear she hadn’t expected to see me here. I reached them with grace, my voice smooth and unwavering. “Welcome, Mrs. Velasquez, Mr. Velasquez and Ms. Hudson.” Samantha was quick to correct me. “Mrs. Samantha Hudson-Velasquez.” She declared, tightening her grip on Desmond’s arm as if to stake her claim. I merely nodded, unfazed. But before I could respond, Desmond’s deep voice cut through the air. “It’s been a while. Where have you been, Yvonne?”

Soon after, Zeke released the hug and ran to enter the Cyber world store with Zach. Unknown to Anya, the reason why Zeke was this excited was because he finally would find the last piece of item which he'd need for his revenge plan with Zach.

For now, I simply sat there and watched out the window as the scenery went by. “He will come around, Daniel” Zeke says to me. I slowly turn my gaze to him, “I doubt that very much, Zeke,” I reply before turning back to look at the scenery. Zeke had been the lead Council member for this investigation and had always come across as an ass. The truth was he was a good friend. He knew Lucas was my mate and had been encouraging me to wait and believed Lucas would come around.

will be nullified and you get to spend your last remaining days in a padded room waiting to find out if you get put down by lethal injection. But really, that one caveat is not too much to ask, especially since if I ever get a sudden urge to kill, I can just contact my boss—Zeke—and he’s good at finding quick work to satisfy my craving for blood. I was twenty-two when Zeke approached me, and like I said I had killed thirteen people at that point, so his offer was a no-brainer. Zeke is, as a matter-of-fact, the original founder of T.H.E.M. and something of a mystery. A disgusting slob of a mystery, but a mystery nonetheless. All I really know about him is that he used to be a serial killer, b

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