Chad Ballard Novels & Stories

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.

Because of that, I don’t care that he died. He raised two horrible human beings. Chad was an arrogant jerk who treated women like garbage. He has never respected women, and one day, he is going to cross paths with the wrong woman, and she will make him pay in kind for the abuses other women, including myself, have suffered. I’d do the job myself, but he is a waste of my time. My focus is on Candy. Conrad indulged her so much as a kid that she became the biggest monster in that household.

Beta Dagon said as he excused himself. Please do. Chad contemplated on what to do next, he was tired of the lies and life he has been living. He wished to be near his other and daughter, but everything was within his power. He was in the control, he sighed and walked to the drawer and fished out the ring, it was still glowing as it emits blue lights, Chad smiled as he stared at it before putting in the trouser.

Margot Bogard chirped back in a sickeningly condescending tone. Ugh. Why me? Hollis pondered, scowling at Dalton the second he appeared back in the kitchen. Pretending he didn’t see it, her brother turned his attention to their bickering parents, who still hadn’t noticed their daughter standing right in front of them. “You can’t make anything easy for me, can you!?” Fifty five year old Chad ranted, towering over his wife menacingly. Despite his age, he neither acted nor looked like a man preparing to enter retirement. He’d spent a good chunk of his youth defending the city of Auburn as a police officer until a lengthy battle with cocaine drove him to leave the force. Even though Chad went on

They would not ask questions . That night, alone in a small hotel room paid for with his new account access, Chad stared at the ceiling and felt the neatness of the day unravel a little. He had done it: law and speed had folded the world into his name. But in the air was the last whisper his grandmother made , forgive me , and for the first time since freedom tasted like a promise, he felt like the owner of hollow things. He made the call to Melissa and spoke in the clipped voice of a man with power. “We move on schedule,” he said. “Leaks, rumors, start them slowly. Reputation first, then the rest.”

They were at a ball, apparently. Chad and the mannequin twirled up to the center of the stage, where Boston had set the microphone into its stand. “I shall give you my house address, fair maiden, so you may call upon me in future. For parting is such sweet sorrow,” Chad delivered this loudly, and very, very badly. “I would ask for yours,” he went on, addressing the audience now, “but we’re all about female empowerment, etcetera.” The audience twittered with nervous laughter.

Chad is a very mysterious person, and it is said that since he became Alpha, he is like a shadow, has never appeared in public, and no one knows his strength or appearance. Many rumors are floating around him. Someone said it was a weak old wolf that only dared to hide in the house for fear of being killed outside. Someone said he was only 30 years old, but about ten years ago, after a battle with Red River, he was bitten by Alpha Nathan and broke a leg. It would reveal four uneven legs, which was nothing short of an insult, so Chad has remained anonymous. Anyway, those are just baseless rumors; I will meet a natural person tomorrow; I also want to know what he looks like.

Barbara said in her voice that was something between a little girl and a wet dream. As she spoke, it dawned on me that Chad, a coward in every sense of the word, had not told her what he had done. He had sent her to me so I could tell her. At first, I thought I felt a spark of anger at his yellow act. But then I thought to myself, I should tell her, I should send her back to her house with fire in her eyes. Perhaps I could hear the fight and get some amusement from it. I knew this lovely nymph before me would never grace my bed, but I could get something out of this, if even just a few laughs. I was not sure what it was like to laugh anymore. “Why don’t you come in for a minute, I have somet

she asks, and we shake our head no. We eat our burgers and something on the TV planted on the wall catches my eyes. Reporting live from the Brown household, the well-known businessman Chad Brown just lost his mother, Lira Brown hours ago. The reporter says and I gasp. I haven't spoken to Chad since the day I went to his house when I was drunk. He must hate me for not telling him that I got home safe.

Chad sat in the corner, his legs drawn up to his chest, forehead resting on his knees, crying so hard that his whole body was shaking. It annoyed Johnathan. He couldn’t stand seeing people cry. It made him uncomfortable. Any sign of weakness did that to him. It reminded him too much of the time when he was small and weak and helpless. “Du- du- did mu- my Ah- Alpha su- send you?” Chad asked through his tears. “No. I don’t know who your Alpha is. You don’t have to fear me,” Johnathan said. “I’m just another rogue like you. Who are you?”