Jade Harley Novels & Stories

Jades pov. I jump in the shower and get ready. I’m not even sure if this is fancy or relaxed. I’m going with my normal. A grey oversized sweater and nice wide legged jeans with some slip on shoes. A few turquoises rings and necklace. My long black hair is so straight. Maybe a braid,I think to myself. let’s leave it down. I put on light make up. Just enough to make me not look tired and stressed. I look at the clock and have about a hour till dinner. I sit down and check on Wyatt and the ranch. Luckily everything going smooth.

He frowned and looked up to see a woman with shoulder-length brown hair and a dimpled smile. His expression turned cold. “What are you doing here?” Jade gave a shy smile. “Your mom told me to check on you more often. She said you’re always buried in work and asked me to chat with you.” Jade Merritt was Alaric’s high school classmate. She had been living abroad for years and had only returned recently. Her family owned an art gallery—not a major enterprise, but in recent years, art seemed to attract more admirers than corporate life. Yet, Alaric had no interest in it.

she says, her smile wide and disarming. I can see her coy abilities now and I envy them. My mind is still on the puzzle that is Jordan. There’s power in her, something dangerous and enticing. I’m aware of every movement she makes, every shift in her posture. Mirasol continues without missing a beat, “Next, we have a woman I helped train when she first started years ago. With a ten in both kill ratio and danger, meet Jade Hendrix.” The salty gulp that barrels down my throat almost clumps into something immobile---deadly.

V. While I was waiting for Beatrix, I was forced to see everything that's happening around me. Jade sat closer to Andrei. I tried to forbid her to go, but she was just crying. I believe it's more than a tantrum so I let her do whatever she wants. She went near Andrei, and watched him closely. I didn't know what she was trying to say to Andrei, although it's obvious that she was saying something. "Hey!" Harley shocked me.

I was all about positivity this session and I wasn't going to allow some raffs get on my nerves. 'Jade!!!' I heard someone screamed. It was Hana,my bestie of four years. She was the first person to call Jade-as in Jade from Victorious sitcom and over the years,the name had come to stay. She was walking, no, running towards me. I was momentarily blown away by how pretty she looked. Hana had won Miss Lakeview for five consecutive times. She was the prettiest in the whole of Lakeview and I honestly think she will drop the crown only when she graduates. She's that pretty!

asked Jade. “Speaking of which, what a coincidence. My identity here is Zechariah Hadid. I have a painting with me, indicating the woman I fancy. I’ll show it to you. You’ll be surprised for sure.” Jade looked at the painting Alex had taken out, and she immediately shouted, “Ynes Larkin?!” “I suspect she is Ynes Larkin’s elder,” Alex replied. After that, they began discussing in the room. Alex told Jade what his mission was. Jade said with a smile, “I’m just like you. Haha. Isn’t it amazing? It turns out that my mission is to protect you for the successful completion of your mission.”

My guards and chauffeurs were waiting, but I dismissed them, much to Scarlett's dismay. I knew she was dying to know why we were going alone, but instead, she remained quiet throughout the ride. I was making her uncomfortable, and I hadn't even tried to. Yet. I stopped in front of the building that caught my attention on our way to the palace. A luxury store for jewelry, accessories, and clothing. YARA; FOR WOMEN. A well-known popular clothing brand. Scarlett looked at me bewildered. "Get down," I told her. "Why are we here?" She finally said something.

Her bleached blonde hair fell to her elbows, her make-up was fine except for the lipstick which was mostly off because of the drinks she had. “Ah, finally Jade,” she said, “and who is this?” she wanted to know while her words came out slurred, she looked at Mitch, interested in if he was my cab driver or if I had a friend she didn't know about. “How much for the drive?” She asked eventually.

"Met someone a few days ago. She's been texting." The pancake on my plate suddenly looks unappetizing. I set the syrup bottle down and watch it drip off the edge of the stack, pooling on the ceramic plate. "Which one?" Callum asks, and there's a grin in his voice. "The blonde from the club? Or the redhead from the fundraiser?" "Brunette, actually." Caleb takes a sip of his coffee. His knee hasn't moved. It's still pressed against mine, warm and solid, even as he talks about another woman. "Name's Jade. She's a yoga instructor."

I should have known better than to trust his shifting personalities. "What's up with him all of a sudden?" I grunt as I march through the corridors within heavy footsteps. "He only tend to use me anytime when necessary." "You shouldn't think like that, my lady." Hyde, of course, defends the name of his Alpha. "The Alpha only does what's best for you." "And what best will that be, huh, Hyde?" "You won't understand." "That's because none of you ever tried!" I yelled out of frustration. "And what the hell is up with seven years ago anyway?" The only thing I know was seven years ago was the date of our marriage.