Gta 5 Wade Novels & Stories

"Fifteen minutes after the death on the roadside, Mr Wade drives by the tolls in his White SUV, where the cameras catch his face quite clearly, same hair, same colour... It takes approximately fourteen minutes from the scene of this shootout to get to this toll gate." Agent Harper straightens up. "Now you understand if we want him as a suspect, not as a witness right?" Ford turns to his Dad. "Please say something...?" Wade looks at him and back at Harper and then his head hangs.

So, I didn’t want to think about my unborn child dead! My son would be three years old next year. Brody Travis Timothy Jefferson, aka BT, my son. My eyes were turning red because I was going to cry. I shook my head, and I started drinking my beer in my hand. “B-Man!” God, now what do they want? I thought. I just want to drink and find a girl to fuck tonight and go home and crash. Can a guy just be left alone for a little while? Wade walked into the room; he started walking towards me. I saw him looking around, and he had an angry expression on his face. What up with that look Wade had on his face?

Wade twirled the ring I had slipped onto his ring finger and said apathetically, "I won't do anything to you. In fact, I'm just going to send you back to Stormhold." Looking at the man before her, Cecilia realized he was a demon in human form. Stormhold was her ultimate nightmare. Clutching her head, she shrieked, "No, I don't want to go to Stormhold. I'd rather die than go back there!" Wade, however, didn't spare her so much as a single glance. … Once again, Wade returned to my studio. He climbed into the bathtub and downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. He scrolled through the frantic, unsent messages on my phone. Then, he pressed it tightly against his chest and explained, "I didn't be

Wade was at home, working out when he casually checked the cameras at the club during his workout break. Ever since that day at Roger’s birthday party with all the embarrassment he faced, he began taking martial arts seriously, practicing at odd times. Nothing interesting ever caught his attention, except footage at the club’s car park. Two familiar women stepped out of a Bentley Continental Damson. “It can’t be,” he murmured. His best friend, Chad, who had come to visit, asked seriously, “What can’t be?”

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Rosa’s mind raced through half forgotten memories from her old office job. Alexander Wade, CEO of Wade Holdings. Ruthless. Brilliant. Dangerous. Of course. Because fate didn’t just hit her with a car. It hit her with a billionaire.

Then after the kiss hold her hand and let his heart melt as the words leave his mouth. Wade was thinking perhaps he wasn’t feeling okay or that conversation with his dad didn't go so well. Either way it was within his job description to ensure he was in the right state of mind not just safe from physical harm but also psychological torment. "You good back there mate?" "What's with the British accent? I'm fine" "Okay if you say so"

Lucas didn’t believe Wade right away. He had missed that annual gala because something had come up, so he didn’t know the full story. What if Wade was lying to him? Wade’s expression turned serious. “There’s no way it was a coincidence. The accident happened around ten that night. And…” He paused, as if debating whether he should keep talking. Lucas glanced at him. “Do you want me to hit you again?” Wade’s face went pale, and he rushed to explain. “Later, I used what I knew to threaten Zac Carter. He must’ve been guilty, because he actually wired me the money.”

I stepped out of the car and saw a familiar figure. Wade. Recently released. One leg dragged badly. It was the one the loan sharks had broken years ago and never healed right. He was standing in the snow in a thin, worn-out jacket, handing out flyers, bowing slightly to every person who passed. When he saw me step out of the car, he went rigid. The flyers scattered from his hand. He turned and tried to move away on his bad leg. "Wade." He stopped. His whole body shook once. He turned back slowly, his eyes full of fear, shame, and something that looked like the end of a very long road.

I answer. "Wren, I'm sure he can answer for himself." I lean back against the couch and cross my arms. "And how long have you been in Waindale?" She asks. Adam doesn't seem bothered by a bit of an interrogation. "I've been here since birth. My family's pack has been located in Waindale for many generations." "And are your parents here with you?" "Now that I've taken lead, they've gone south for a bit, but they'll be back soon. Waindale is still their home."