Chad Flenderman Novels & Stories

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

] Pretty Little Addict ~ Haiden Henderson My heart and pussy fluttered simultaneously. I hadn’t accomplished my goal. I’d wanted to use him to help me forget everything he’d done. As my body hummed with satisfaction, I wanted to laugh. Of course Shane had thrown it in my face and made me admit twisted desires I hadn’t even thought of and then made me cum.

The crowd clapped and screamed, but the man did not stop speaking. "In case you don't recognize me from my very famous news show, I am the humble, the talented, the incredibly handsome Egar Yatsa! And coming in from all over the world is our final candidates running for election to the International House of Representatives, our very own senator and representative-elect Henry Martin Truex the Third! And now the other Representative elects Richard Florance Rinaldo, Louis... and so the list went on. Alex tuned out most of the debate and made a show of sipping on her water which Abigail had brought for her. She watched the clock tick by. It moved incredibly slow for being a time keeping device.

That was all we could possibly ask for. I held up the flower, doing one last walk around the house. Touching the notches of where Xander and Zain had been marked as they grew. Even the marks that reached up past even their dad’s height. His old office that had been turned into my office these past ten years. Desmond had been unable to get up the stairs anymore. Making my way back down, I turned off the unnecessary lights and pulled out the electronics. One final turn, I smiled and held up the flower again.

“Yeah, I guess so, all things considered.” “Good.” Chase nods, his gaze sliding to the floor as he yanks his hands from the pockets of his jeans. He slides one into his hoodie pocket instead, pulling out a joint and holding it up. “You wanna smoke a J?” I smile and give a little shake of my head. “I’d better not, I’m already on thin ice with Reid.” Chase rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, tucking the joint back into his hoodie pocket. “That guy’s too serious.”

Page, and most certainly not a “he.” “My name's Chad Malin,” he replied, holding out his hand. I didn't take it since my own were full of work accessories. He withdrew after a moment, but still wore that sleazy smile. “I'm the head auctioneer at the auction tomorrow. I could get you tickets if you want.” Something about the name Chad stuck in my memory as someone to avoid, but I was too busy to expend the brain power trying to remember why at the moment.

He then followed Chad's gaze to find a man sitting behind the desk in the distance. He was young and around Frank's age, but he was muscular and bulky, clearly a martial elite. "Sean Wesley, was it?" Sean nodded. "Y-Yes… May I ask who you are?" The man slowly got up. "The name's Finn Chandler, the fourth Chandler son from Middleton." "M-Middleton?"

I say, glaring at the stupid reporter who made me repeat my genius plan. What was your name again?”I ask Chad”He say, with a scared look on his face. So Chad ,the pictures might not be much but it will do. It's fine, this is just enough to ruin Leslie Ruffles life.”i say going over the pictures on the camera, pausing as I come across a clear picture of Damien with a look of pleasure on his face. That should have been me. It should be me he get his pleasures from. But no worries, things are soon going to fall into place.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

"Uh, oh… sorry about that. I didn't realize that you had a mate. And it’s Nix, that’s unbelievable. Sorry and congratulations to both of you." I accepted his apology. "No worries. No harm done." The girl shook her head at his denseness. "I'm Chloe, and this is Greg and Soren." Greg shook my hand. "If you didn't pick it up, Chloe is my mate." I said, "Yes, I noticed." I tilted my head as I examined Soren. "And your mate is Cassie from the library, right? I met her earlier today, she seems nice." Soren shook his head. "No, I haven't met my mate yet."