Chad Ballard 소설 & 이야기

I read the letter to Jared who shakes his head at the letter. “I know who wrote this,” Chad says coming into the room holding another copy. “As you know my mate teaches English at the High School. I asked her to read it and the name my mate gave me was Lilee Olander. She is a human, her father is the President of Sons of Hellfire. Do you want us to handle it or hand it over to the FBI?” Jared and I look at each other and mindlink. Me-If we hand it over to the FBI and these assholes claim we are werewolves they could get off on an insanity defense.

CHAPTER 1: CATCHING MOM'S MILK SHOW CHAD’S POV I’m Chad fucking Thundercock, nineteen, six-foot-four of pure jacked muscle, veins popping like cables under tanned skin, and a twelve-inch, eight-inch-girth monster cock that’s been the downfall of every sorority girl on campus. But none of them—none—compare to the walking wet dream I call stepmom.

As Chad listened intently, Spark exclaimed in shock, "He was involved with her intimately?" Spark looked at Chad, who chuckled at the realization of how far his family would go to achieve their desires after hanging up the call. "They are truly moving swiftly," Spark remarked, surprised. "I need the blogger," Chad stated coldly, looking at Spark. Why would he look at him at that moment? It wasn't like Spark knows where the blogger is, right? Or... Spark was taken aback. Why was Chad looking at him while making this request? Why did he suddenly want the blogger? And what did he intend to do with her?

“She told me from the start that she was interested in looking for Hell's Demon. Isn't that what I had used as bait to get her to attend the exhibition?” Talking to himself wasn't something Chad did often, infact, he was solidly against it. But standing at the balcony, leaning over the railing, he found himself engaging in a conversation with himself—out loud for that matter. Calista Axford had rattled him in a way no woman had for a long time.

“Remy’s young, her and Marisol don’t get on, but this is strange indeed.” Before Chad could answer, his phone rang. The name on the screen made him pause. Marvin. “Excuse me,” Chad said, stepping outside the office. He answered the call. “Marvin.” “Where are you?” Marvin asked immediately. “Not home.” “I heard we had an intruder earlier.” Chad scoffed slightly. “Word sure gets around fast.” “Yes, it does.” “Some skanky barmaid from Dirty Angels was lurking around home,” Chad continued. “We’re actually at the bar now. The barmaid was arrested. Have you seen Marisol? Chad enquired.

Chad let out a sigh. "Just sit down and keep your mouth shut." He did not want his son to be humiliated any further. Wallace was indignant but said nothing else as he sat down near his father with Wilbur and Wendy. Just then, Chad said to the elder, "Sorry, Elder Yale. My son's still a kid. Please don't take it to heart." The elder was none other than Yohan Yale, one of the top dogs of the underground circle in Taya City back then.

Chad’s POV The predator inside me hadn’t rested since we left Balzaree. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, itching for violence, and the name Sadie Mallory had become the blade I wanted to sink into her chest. She had vanished too neatly. Too conveniently. Hendrick was right—there was no way she’d crossed Keladia’s borders, not without help. “I got off the phone with Dane,” I told Hendrick, voice low as I studied the flames licking the hearth. “No sightings. Not a damn trace.”

"To my lovely Lizzie... Woman of my heart, we should never have been apart I thought I was cool but I was really a fool Winning The Cup was a real coup But didn't make up for losing you Walking away from you was the worst I really should have put you first But if you just give me a chance again I'll give you my heart and all of who I am I love you, Lizzie, and that's no lie Without you I'm lost, a miserable guy I know my poetry's really bad But it comes with an autograph from my friend Chad." Chad reached into the bowl again, pulled out a manila envelope and extracted a photograph, a publicity shot of himself, which he handed to Liz.

Ronan turned around and walked out of the dark alleyway without uttering another word. I pushed the heavy metal door open and stepped back into the warm, smelling cafe. Chad, my shift manager, was standing directly behind the door. His face had turned a deep, anxious shade of crimson, and a thick vein pulsed visibly near his temple. Chad was a low-ranking, extremely anxious pack member who was terrified of drawing the attention of dangerous enforcers.

Great, I said to myself this isn’t going to go well. ~KAHLAN~ I watched as Chad packed all glass items and valuables in a small box. I made my way over to him slowly. “Hey,” I started. He looked at me and gave a smile. “Can you jut see their faces when they see how beautiful this place is?” Chad glanced around the room and nodded. His hair looked wild as if he hadn’t brushed it. His brown eyes drooped as if he didn’t sleep well. He dressed in basketball shorts and a T. I guessed that he still made the time to work out.