Chad Flenderman Novels & Stories

"You are acting sus, be natural," Kira whispered. Rachel flashed Kira a bright smile as they neared the giant facility. "Hey, Tate!" "Mrs Jensen." Tate acknowledges with a nod before gazing at Kira. "Hi, Tate." Kira grinned, "I'm the new intern, and she is my supervisor. She is showing me around." Tate grasped the ID in his hand, accessed it, and nodded. "Of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting." He stepped back from the door and let them in.

Upon entering their apartment... Chad is already waiting for her in their living room. "Who is that man Mom?" Chad asked his mother while pouting his lips. He doesn't want her mother to have dates. Kristina replied, "He is Mr. Luther Gracer, my business partner's son." knowing how her son is thinking, Kristina, smiles at him. "Hmmph," Chad reacted while walking to their dining room. "I haven't eaten yet Mom. Uncle Kristof left me with crackers and juice only," he said.

Max chuckled and answered, "Yes, Ma'am." "And who are they?" Riley asked. "So, I take it you are not Mr. Wesson?" "I am still a Mr. Wesson, Maam, but my name is Chandler," the older man said with a beaming smile. "It's nice to meet you!" Chandler offered his hand to Riley, and she shook it. Adrian said, "Chandler is an MMA fighter. He used to work for Clint's father as his security. He is already forty years old, but he is still good and very healthy."

Cynthia was helpless and could only say timidly, “Mr. Fadden, I’m really sorry. I’m not very good with words. It’ll just be embarrassing. Let’s do it another time.” “Don’t be like this, Cynthia. They’re just in the next room. After two drinks, I’ll bring you back. It’s okay,” Chad spoke. “Hey, didn’t you hear that she’s unwilling? Why are you still pestering her? What do you want?” Philip stood up at this time and pulled Cynthia to his side. After all, she belonged to the Larson family of Fernvale and had ties to him. Philip could not just sit back and watch. Initially, Chad wanted to ignore Philip. However, this man interrupted him time and again, so he was angry now!

"If that's all you got then I'm so disappointed in you Chad. He only snapped the neck of my son and you've concluded already that he is a martial arts expert? Is it because of his speed? Dusk will beat that speed ten folds! Don't get me pissed Chad and do what I sent you!" "Master!" Chad cries out frustratedly and rubs his hair. "You will be making a grave mistake by moving against that young man! It's not just about his strength, but have you forgotten that he suddenly went missing for six years? What if he is just hiding in the facade of a poor man while he is a big shot? Have you thought about that?" Chad is naturally a smart man, if he isn't, he wouldn't have been the chief butler of the

“Don’t what? Care about my Ex-Fiancee?” “Care?” I snap, my voice sharper now. “You caused that explosion!” Kael’s fists tighten at his sides. “Amy—” Chad laughs, the sound dark and mocking. “Wild accusations, sweetheart. You always did have a flair for the dramatic.” “Get to the point,” Kael snaps, his patience thinning. Chad’s smile disappears, replaced by cold calculation. “Fine. My company… is drowning. I need help. Financial help.” His gaze flickers between Kael and me. “You two have the means to save it.”

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.

“Just say it’s Edna Monroe and speak, man. No need for this smokescreen.” Javier’s ribbing made Chad’s face turn bright red. The older man had always been a hands-on pragmatist whose learning and working experience were one and the same. He might be a married man blessed with children, but he was still conservative when it came to sex and relationships. Being so openly called out for this small, rare moment when he finally felt lewd attraction was just flustering. Javier rose and patted Chad on the shoulder. “She’ll become your secretary really soon. You can sleep soundly!”

Chad said, his voice shaky with emotions, "I need your help. I... I know I messed up. I made a terrible mistake, and I'm so sorry. I'll do anything to make it right, anything to get my job back at Garner Empire." Ashton's piercing gaze was penetrating in his body as he looked at Chad, there was a hint of coldness in those eyes, "Look who is here!” Ashton Garner glanced at the man before him, “Just one video made you so popular. Ha-ha. You have gone viral man. You are almost a celebrity,” Chad was quiet and Ashton was taking advantage of it. “That was a lie, sir… and …” Before Cad could utter another word, Ashton Garner raised his hand.

She walked back into the crowd not daring to look back once. In a car parked at a nearby street in New York, Chad sat flipping through the file Peter had given to him one more time. Each page had another death, in addition there were at least three women and two kids, a boy and a girl. Two of them were confirmed murdered by him and the others suspected. John Flincher was the name on the profile and it was no doubt Jasmine's father. Chad's jaw tightened. He couldn't exactly pinpoint what he was involved in but someone with that amount of murder was no good news.