Chad Ballard Novels & Stories

Mike immediately replied, [Why are you not up yet? I saw him return!] [Chad: I'm too excited, so I'm having some air downstairs.] [Mike: Send me a photo to see where you are. I'll go find you.] [Chad: No. I want to be alone for a while.] [Mike: …Don't tell me you're secretly wiping your tears? Chad, you're embarrassing! You're going to Bridgedale to work, not cut ties with people in Aryadelle. Can you not make it so sad!]

"Welcome to the Weller Asylum, Eloise. If Chad gets too moody because of his shoulder, just throw water at him. He hates it." ​Chad let out a low, gravelly grunt from the porch, his gray eyes tracking me with a protective, suspicious evaluation. "Ignore him. Glad you made it, Gilbert." ​"Thanks, Chad," I said, giving him a small, genuine nod. I actually respected Chad; he was loud and aggressive on the court, but he didn't pretend to be a high-society prince like the rest of the Oakridge elite.

I really admire him for that. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ After we were done speaking with Scott, we got back into his SUV. his driver Chester, who is also one of the warriors, took us directly to the mall so I can do as I wanted, piss him off by running around like a little girl shopping. I wonder if he gets mad if I spend over a thousand? Guess we'll find out...

When we had no water I would ask the neighbors if we could use their water hose to fill up water bottles and so we could bathe in the yard. I'm thankful I met Callum Moreau aka Shadow of the Death Kings when I did. He gave free music lessons once every two weeks. I had a fascination with the piano. His wife or one of her husbands would take my brothers to the park across the street while Callum taught me piano. When he learned what I was going through after visiting the house to discuss my taking more lessons because I had a talent for it, he and the Kings took me under their wing. They helped us so much that I decided to repay them. The price of that was training to become a mercenary and b

The only two people missing were his parents, and every single person waited apprehensively for them to walk through that front door. Chad’s closest friends from the force, Michael Yoakum and Buddy Warshaw, were seated in bronze collapsible folding chairs right next to their retired Chief of Police- Ronald Zinke. Despite bailing their friend out of his own predicaments time and time again, the two men had gently urged Chad to get help passively over the years and were blown off at every turn. Dalton went out on a limb and contacted Ron three nights ago, since he'd been the one to relieve Chad of his badge after finding out about his gripping addiction to cocaine and alcohol. It'd been a touc

Alas, it is not how Chad will choose to spend his evening. He will eat his frozen meal that he will only cook partially because his microwave is on the fritz, and he will watch an old movie with some rather crude and derogatory humor that will leave him strangely hollow inside. He will take a shower and dry himself off with a garishly patterned towel that he will then throw on the floor. He will crawl into his bed and he will curl up on his side and fall asleep alone. He will have a rather odd dream about mechanical porpoises and white trains speeding through tunnels with robots cavorting about on top. He will wake and think about the pretty, ethereal girl at the market, and again puzzle abo

"He tried to kill me after the third 'no' I gave, but Chad was with me. "Wait, Chad?" I asked. "Yeah. Chad is a retired Navy SEAL; he's one hell of a sniper and has awards for codebreaking, tracking, and sharpshooting. That's why he's my right-hand man for my security company. Oh." I thought the man had given up on me when I hadn't heard from him; I moved on with life and forgot about the whole thing." Adam paused again. "I'm an idiot. He's been watching me this whole time, waiting."

“Fuck!” It had taken Chad about five minutes to reach southern territory and he was so distracted by what he wanted to say to Lily yet didn't that it took him another two minutes to realize that all was eerily quiet. Too quiet for there to have been an attack, unless everyone was dead. Chad was about to go looking up and down the boundary when a boundary patrol named Connor came bounding up to him. “Hey, Chad. What brings you out here?” “A guy. Knocked on my door and told me there was an attack out here. Rogues. Claimed Alpha Adam and Beta Lumi needed my help.”

I couldn't hear them, but I knew, Chad was angry. Chad's condition, Intermediate Explosive Disorder is under control for now. But we have to take care of this. He still has nightmares and Mrs Lyons is constantly calling for him. We tried to convince her that Chad needs time, but she claims that his father, Francis, has no time. She even blackmailed us to disclose our secret of Francis being an adoptive son to the Dawson Family. This is that secret that Lyons and Reynolds agreed to never speak about it. But she is breaking this deal. This secret is supposed to die with us. And Mrs Lyons us ready to exploit it.

What matters is that we have each other and that is more than enough. – “Hey, K! Think fast!” I quickly turned around and a paper bag was coming straight at me. Thanks to my better reflexes, I am easily able to catch it though. I opened it and saw a bagel inside. “Damn it, when will I ever be able to surprise you?” Chad asks as he looks at me disheartened in a joking way. Chad Manning, green eyes, light brown hair, and I’m pretty sure overdosed on height enhancing medicines as a child with his six foot five-ness. In the hospital, he was one of the youngest doctors. Outside though, he was a Football legend around Arizona.