Jade Wolfe Novels & Stories

“With the way you’re acting, someone would think you were his wife.” The sarcasm in her tone was sharp. Then, eyes narrowing, she added with a scoff, “But please. That could never happen. Adrian Wolfe?” Her laughter rang out cruelly. “Look at you. That’d never happen in a million years.” A few others chuckled awkwardly, eyes darting between Jade and Elara. Elara pressed her lips into a tight smile, her nails digging into her palm beneath the desk. Jade leaned in with a mock-pitying voice. “Don’t worry though. Maybe you’ll play a billionaire's wife on stage someday. Dream roles, right?”

"There is nothing to fight, Cole. I am free now. Free from your shadow, free from your expectations. I am finally my own person." Jade stepped forward, her sword drawn, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Don't listen to her, Cole," she said, her voice filled with warning. "She's trying to manipulate you, just like Seraphina. She's playing on your emotions, trying to break you down."

Mireia slumped in her chair. Jade stuck out her tongue at Mireia. But actually, her heart was aching. It had taken her five years and a lot of sacrifice to finally enter Z’s world. Although she had never intended to make herself known to him, it still hurt to hear he was getting engaged. Because Z was the CEO of the company she worked for. He was Zane Frost. A man too powerful in the business world. A man completely out of Jade’s league. Jade had promised herself before that she wouldn’t try to find out who Z really was. But after admitting she had fallen for him, she seriously considered fulfilling their pinky promise. Yet when she eventually found out who he was, she decided against it.

“Alice, my wolf!” “Your wolf?” She tilted her head. “Your wolf— Wait. Fuck. You have a wolf?!” “Damn, yes!” Jade’s eyes widened in surprise. She stepped forward, closed the gap, and pulled me into a hug. Her other hand tapped my back repeatedly as if she couldn’t believe what she just heard. “You have a wolf now…” She repeated. “At long last!” “Finally, Jade.” I said, expressing my sigh of relief. “Finally.”

When I started here, I also found it amazing. — Here we try to do everything right and avoid additional headaches for the lawyers. The secretarial functions are resolved here. Now, from the glass door onwards, it's up to each person to explore," Victoria commented, making a face that showed she knew more than she appeared to. "Catherine, you'll be working with Miguel, a truly lovely man when he gets intimate, but he's super reserved with those he doesn't need to have real contact with. Don't be surprised if he's a bit rough at first. His heart is good, but his shell is like a crab's.

“I need this, Aria. I need to be my own person again, not just a voice in your head that only your sister, Hazel, can hear. I need a body.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I’m going to miss you.” Jade’s expression softened slightly. “At least now, your wolf will be more active. Rhea’s been dying to take full control. She’s been sitting in the background this whole time, waiting for me to finally leave.” I glanced to the side, and standing there was a wolf. She was massive and powerful, her eyes were gentle but fierce, and when she looked at me, I felt a wave of deep understanding pass between us.

Since my stay here, I heard her name a few good too many times while the guys were talking. I hear the rumble of bikes and I turn, but the hill blocks my view of the other side. Kaleb howls his lungs out and I put my food down to get him from his rocking chair, but Jade gets him. She was the one who came back with Beggar 2 weeks back. She has a beautiful tattoo that she shows off on her back, of a fallen angel sitting with a broken wing. She’s shorter than me, but not by much. She played a game of Jenga with me the one night while we binged watched, Discovery of Witches.

I stood frozen on the ridge, my heart a trapped bird hammering against my ribs, watching the impossible geometry of his movement. Beside him, Eleanor Wolfe stood as a pillar of ancient, terrifying composure. Her silver hair was untouched by the desert grit, and the leather-bound book in her hands—the Wolfe Ledger of Intent—looked like a heavy, dark anchor. She wasn't a ghost; she was the architect who had never left the room. "Stop, Grace," Julian whispered, his hand catching my shoulder. "Look at his shadow."

Jade sighed as he got up and picked Destin up as well and grumbled, “It looks like a damn octopus, not a wolf my child.” Destin grabbed Jade’s ear and said, “It my papa daddy.” “Yeah whatever, get your small fingers out of my ears,” Jade said as he took her hand away from his ear but the little hand made its way back to his ear. Jade sat her down on her feeding chair and placed a plate of chocolate-covered waffles down in front of her. Destin grinned and started giggling while she dug her hands into the first waffle and brought it to her mouth and started eating it.

MY BEST PLAN FOR LITTLE WOMAN, JADE MASTER JAVEN POV: For the past six months, since I started helping Mrs. Adel with Jade's mental abilities, I planned to help Jade in a deeper commitment. I thought of this as the best way to help her.