Chad Michael Murray 소설 & 이야기

“But you know we have to find her. You know I love you , and I can’t loose you and Maggie. But this is bigger that that, you know it.” “Even if we could, we can’t just betray Chinny and give her up, Chad , she’s not MD!” Chad turned around sharply, backing his friend. It got to him, it pierced his heart sharply, like a dart that jut hit the bull's eye, just the mention of his name - Mac Donald. He tried his best to gain enough composure before turning around again to face Uche. “… and who says we’re giving her up?” trying to avoid the MD issue

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.

The sparks of the mate bond were gentle and I admire it, it kept us at ease. We waited for a few more people to arrive. Only those close to the one being accepted usually attend the ceremony. Greg and Chloe had followed us out here, as had Nix's family. Bruce, Nix’s brother, and his group too talking to Tiffany. Soren and Cassie are here as well but kept their distance from us, I am sure that the mate bond is kicking their emotions too… I see that Cassie is not yet marked, that explains the distance. Nix was in the midst of those who were waiting. I hoped that their presence would help him stay calm.

After disbanding the Mystic Pavillion, Chad married Matilda and publicly announced his retirement from the medical field. Rustin was Chad's last patient before his retirement. Similarly, Rustin was also Chad's first patient after his divorce and returned to practice. Six years ago, Chad treated Alfie, but Travis did not know Chad as he was abroad at the time. Nevertheless, many people at the scene were unaware of Chad's true identity, and they were surprised that the King of the Entertainment Industry, Miles, knew Chad.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

“My stomach dropped. James’s expression turned serious. “Whatever is happening between you and Alpha Adrian… you should end it now, Rox. You don’t want that kind of trouble.” The bell rang, cutting off any reply. We stood and regrouped. Jack and the other alphas,except Adrian,waited at the front. One of them stepped forward: a tall man with his hair tied in a man bun and a neatly trimmed goatee. “Now that most of you have gotten the hang of the single-leg lateral hops with the bear hug,” he said, scanning our tired faces, “we’ll move on to the next exercise. He offered a small smile. “In case you forgot, I’m Liam, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack.”

He’s trying to get me somehow but for what? I don’t really know if Chad has some sort of secret vendetta against me but if he’s seriously harboring some sort of ill-intentions towards me, I think I might have an idea as to why. I’m not bragging about it but the fact that I’ve played and won more matches than Chad might be the reason why. I know Chad’s the spoiled son of coach Millstone but our coach also wanted to win and he’s more than self-aware that his worthless son is truly worthless. Coach Millstone kept on pushing his son only for Chad to gravely fail him every single time and most of us suffered from that inability to perform. We’ve always come short. If not a runner-up, we always ge

Their discipline was visible in every motion, their strength evident in every blow. Compared to them, Serena felt painfully inadequate. Her strikes were slower, her footwork clumsy, and even when she managed to follow the routine, she lacked the sheer force and instinct they displayed so effortlessly. She had trained hard under Alexandro’s guidance, and Kiara often encouraged her with quiet nods or helpful corrections, but today, Serena felt every ounce of her humanness. Her arms ached, her legs burned, and each time she stumbled or fell out of sync, frustration twisted in her chest.

He was indeed a catch. Chad has a well-built body, a result of his active lifestyle. He has a long undercut hairstyle of deep black hair, which he would casually tie in a messy bun. He has an expressive set of ash gray eyes. He is tall. He looks dashing and smart, especially when he wears his round eyeglasses while doing his things with his talented fingers in front of a computer.

“Because I’m about to fix your life, starting with retail therapy.” We went shopping. Real shopping. The kind where you don’t think, just grab whatever makes you feel powerful again. Trinity shoved outfits into my hands, crop tops, skirts, boots, but the moment I saw it, I froze. A football jersey. White with black and gold lettering. The name Chad across the back. Number 7, bold and clean. Chade Michael’s favorite athlete. My former favorite too, honestly. A legend on the field. Face of half the sports magazines in the country. The kind of man fans screamed for.