Gta 5 Wade Novels & Stories

"What is it?" "The base now!" What was it again? I really wanted this to be fast. I had to go to Aly's place. I drove to the base. Pressed in the passcode and got in the huge house. "I really hope this doesn't take all of my time, I've something important to attend to." Aly was important to me. Billy as well as the other guys showed me a video. It was Bianca in a car with Wesley. Damn. Thet seemed like they were having a conversation, a deep one and at the end, they hugged and kissed and Bianca was giving a bundle of money.

“I'm hanging up.” “No you're not.” Unfortunately, she's right. I keep walking down the sidewalk, phone pressed to my ear while article after article continues loading on my screen and somehow every headline gets worse. One article has already dug up pictures of Kade arriving at the agency two weeks ago I didn’t even know about. How? How do people even find this shit? Do journalists have secret tunnels? Hidden cameras? Tiny drones? “Please tell me you're okay .” Sandy says. “I am okay.”

Wade said angrily. "I sent the movie to my friend. If something bad happens to me, I have told him to post the video online. Then people around the world would be able to see how you behave in the bed." Vanessa’s face was red with rage. “What do you want?” Garry took a breath and said with a painful voice, “How much money do you want to destroy the video?” “Money?” Wade sneered and looked at Vanessa from head to toe, “I want not only your money but also your daughter. Old man, I have slept with your daughter, and we may even have a baby. I do not mind marrying her. Haha…”

Adelaide Wade is suddenly ripped from my grasp. I jump, all the power I felt from him is gone, I feel normal, but like I’m missing a piece of me. I look over to what’s happened, Trey’s on top of his Alpha pummelling him, his fist flying in such a flurry I can barely see his arms. Wade throws Trey off and pins him to the floor, “What are you doing!” he growls before he punches down breaking Trey’s nose with a sickening crunch.

Ace nodded, “Great. Give me the feedback soon.” “What fuck are you doing here?” Wade boisterously entered the office, narrowing his eyes at Ace. “I asked him the same thing.” Finn shrugged. “What the hell is wrong with you people?” Ace shook his head. Wade came over and sat across Finn, manspreading. “No, what the hell is wrong with you? From what Steph told me, you should be buried deep inside her by now.” He said blatantly. Wade was his first beta.

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.

Wade smiled while his green eyes sparkled with lust, “She won’t, trust me… I’ll carry our secret to the grave…” ***

The meeting was over. Back in our room, I watched as Wade plugged his phone to it's charger. It was surprising how easily he could switch emotions. Back there, he was piping hot looking ready to take on the world but right now, he looked as calm as ever like he could never hurt a fly. I sat on the bed and sighed. "They kicked me to the curb, and what? Five million is too small?" I said. I wished I had said these things earlier, but I also knew it wouldn't have made a difference. It was easier to talk to Wade because I knew that he would listen.

John assured me, but even his voice had an edge to it. Glancing at my brother, I could see Irving was just as rabid as Jericho about getting Wade. Understandable given what Sakina did to his mate. I tried those stupid calming breathing exercises. Yeah, those are for people with patience. Jericho and me? We don’t have that. As we pulled up the horseshoe driveway to Wade’s contemporary home, the heavy oak door opened, and Wade stepped out. He looked like he was going for a run or the gym dressed in the pack-issued tearaway shorts and a muscle shirt.

Thin smoke still rose from the bonnet. Wade forced open the partially jammed passenger door and retrieved his phone, which had been thrown under the seat. The screen was cracked but still working. He immediately called Rocky. The dial tone echoed. Wade waited only three seconds before Rocky answered the call. “Sir?” “I'll send you my location,” said Wade immediately. His voice sounded flat, as usual. “There are wolf corpses you need to take care of.” Rocky didn't ask any more questions, simply replying, “Understood.”