Novel & Cerita By Zadie Smith

“It’s perfect, Jenna, just perfect.” Perfect. The End. Thank you so much for embracing the series. I hope you’re enjoying the Dalgaard’s as much as I’ve enjoyed writing about them. It warms my heart to hear your thoughts, so please don’t be shy to let me know what you think! Interested to know what Lorcan Dalgaard has been up to? Find out in Book 4 – The Bloody Alpha. Available now!

Tch. All of a sudden, my phone vibrates. I quickly check the message, expecting that it came from Joy. However, it's not from her. FROM: Nathalia ~Hey, I'm sorry.~ Tss. I didn't reply to her. Why would I? I turn off my phone, lean my head on the window, and sleep. ~*~ JOY's POINT OF VIEW NIGHT HAS COME. I am currently right now eating dinner with my mum and dad. Mum cook my favorite dish tonight but I lost my appetite to eat it.

“Please recommend which one you think is the best.” Darien looked carefully though his back before pulling one out. The cover depicted a city landscape and a man’s silhouette overshadowing a skyscraper. “I think you would like this one. It starts out bleak, then it carries on to a happy ending.” Zach accepted the book and opened it up with anticipation. He might as well read something decent knowing it was the last good thing he was going to read before confronting his email inbox the next day. He lost himself in the story in the first ten pages and didn’t look up until he felt something heavy hit his shoulder when he was midway through the book.

“LIFE IS HARD. And it isn’t fair. And it really hurts like hell sometimes. But if you focus on what is within your power to change for the better, you can. And you will.” -Zero Dean *** ~Clara I woke up earlier than usual. I couldn't sleep and stay awake for most of the night with the nightmare playing in my mind. When the clock ticked six, I had enough and got out of the bed to take the much-needed shower. The hot water soothed my sore muscles, it burned my skin in a good way I could feel the numbness I felt almost fading away.

Hello my beautiful readers! Please take a moment to read this short note, as it will explain what is yet to come and may answer questions you have. Zade was the lead I never knew I needed 🥹 he came in as a villain, and left with many hearts. He has fast become one of my favourite men ♥️ The next and final book in the series is a novell, which I don’t currently have an exact date for, but please visit the book occasionally if you don’t get notifications.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

I hope she is. "You can start eating," Violet turns to me and gestures to the plate below, "You don't need to wait for Mr. Grumpy." I give her a small smile and pick up a fork, preparing to cut the steak before deciding that I should wait. Jaiden is Anthony's sister, I should make it seem like I have some sort of inclination toward him. "I'm alright," I say, putting my fork down, "I can wait." Jaiden smiles, "If you say so. I want to get your opinion on something, while I have you here."

Zadie let me explore her mouth and she cling to me like I was her source of breath. Deeping the kiss was the right thing to do after she moaned sweetly but before I could, a wild Chloe screamed from our front porch, “Get your ass out here, Zadie Ann, or I will kick down the door!” Chloe added, “You better hear me, girl!” Zadie detached herself from me with a smile while I thought about the new fact I just learned about her– Zadie Ann… Zadie Ann Wilson. That was a pretty name.

And with its cold solemn voice, it said to me, " Oh, dearest seeker! cease thy gaze for thy Bambina is the fairest of them all.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was the sound of laughter. The sound of chants and clinking glasses that she heard but wasn't interested in witnessing it. So he stood at the door frame, watching her read through a book. Her phone sitting behind her with her other free hand gripping it like it was the most precious thing she had. Zade was there, dressed in causals— a simple black joggers and a black Voutte singlet— too tight that it embraced his smexy physique without justice.

Please Note: This is the first chapter of Zade's story. Zade POV Sweat slicks my forehead, my body trembling, hands outstretched, desperate to reach her—but no matter how far I push myself, I can’t touch her. My fingertips brush against nothing, as though some invisible force holds me back. It’s like a cruel, unbreakable barrier between us, one I can’t see but feel deep in my bones. I scream, my throat raw, clawing at the air, trying to tear through the invisible wall that separates us.