Johnny Cade Novels & Stories

Some things were hard to explain over the phone, and since he'd been too busy to visit lately, I decided to come to him. And this was what I walked into. "God, they're still at it?" Cade glanced at the footage and said sincerely, "Honestly, your boyfriend's got impressive stamina. It's just… His kink is a bit intense." I tried to pull a smile, but couldn't even manage a fake one. The Reynolds on that screen was nothing like the man I knew. Around me, he was always gentle, restrained, and considerate—the perfect gentleman. That was what made this so absurd.

Cade came out of his room bursting with energy, like a kid who’d just been promised a trip to Disneyland. He couldn’t sit still. One leg bounced. His phone lit up every two minutes. He checked it, pocketed it, and checked it again. I leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. “Alright. Spill. What did you do?” He smirked, maddeningly smug. “Patience, Mira.” Patience. It might as well have been a foreign language to Cade Reeve. He's the least patient man alive. I watched him practically vibrate in place, and I had to press my lips together to hide my grin.

I turn, my vision still blurry, and see someone—a guy I vaguely recognize from one of my classes—stumbling backward, holding the back of his head. Then someone else moves through the crowd. Tall. Dark-haired. Moving with deadly purpose. Cade. He snatches the phone from the guy's hand—the one who was recording—and throws it to the ground. The screen shatters. "Hey, what the fuck, man—" Cade stomps on it. Once. Twice. Until it's nothing but broken glass and twisted metal. The guy stares at him, face red. "That's my fucking phone! You can't just—"

“But, sir. I didn’t take your photo—“ The girl tried to argue. It was the best photo she had ever gotten. After all, this handsome man looked familiar. Maybe he was an actor or some other famous person. She would find out later. Cade was getting impatient. “Give me the phone. I’ll check it myself.” Cade’s tone was too irrefutable. His eyes gave off a threat that made the person he was talking to tremble. Who was this man? The girl felt her hands stretching forward uncontrollably. She didn’t even dare to look into those eyes. Cade received the cell phone roughly. “Password?” The girl said a few numbers. The phone opened. Cade checked the media files and found several pictures of himself in di

Elise Warren was an internationally known singer, who was one of the top brand ambassadors of Westham Corporations and also Cade's high school classmate. “I will go and bring Hazel now, by the time I'm back, I don't want you here,” he said. “And where do I stay? I came here for you. For the company!” She yelled at him. Cade sighed heavily, “I know. I am going to call Gabriel to take you away.” He explained. “Daddy!” Ivy yelled from the living room, causing Cade to cut his conversation short and run to her. She met Ivy dancing while holding her hand uncomfortably in between her legs.

I wonder how Andy could love someone who had so much attitude. “Welcome to the family, Cade.” “Thank you, Mr. Cornell.” “You’re my daughter’s mate. Call me Vince or I won’t mind if you will call me dad or dada.”, I said and finally smiled at him. While Cade got a mischievous glint in his eyes and smirks at me. “Dada as in, grandfather?”, He teased. I was shocked for a while to witness this side of him but then glared at him because I was too young to become a grandfather.

"Your people are always hunting us after satisfying his desire for covetousness over power." "I got a curse for killing Yagur, to save my Mate. We will never be united." Lady Jenny squinted. As a witch, she could tell if humans or Werewolves were lying to her. But she could see that Eden had not done that. "Then what do you want? My heart is gone," Lady Jenny replied, moving like smoke to a wooden chair.

We pull away from the window, the scent of hot oil and salty fries filling the car. I watch in amazement as Cade, the man who treats his body like a temple for his corporate and mafia wars, devours his sandwich. He looks like the boy I used to know. Then, he takes a large, enthusiastic sip of the strawberry shake. “Whoa,” I say, my eyes wide. He stops, his cheeks slightly flushed, a bit of pink foam on his upper lip. “What? What’s wrong?”

I groaned as she opened the door. “Tate.” Cade sighed as he took three quick steps towards me. Gently, he wrapped his arms around me. “How are you?” “I’d feel ten times better if I could have some Jack.” Cade smirked and let me go. “Not yet.” Walking up to Joann, Cade held out his hand. “I’m Cade, Tatum’s brother.” Jo smiled at him. “I’m Joann, but everyone calls me Jo.” She took his hand. Cade looked down at it just as Maddox put his hands on my hips, pulling me against him.

He hung out with a crowd of wealthy but unruly friends and had poor academic performance. He had caused numerous problems, forcing Carlos to clean up after him. Eventually, Carlos had to send him abroad for schooling. Unfortunately, Cade was expelled from school soon after for serious violations of school rules. No other schools would accept him due to his past troubles, so Carlos had to settle for a lesser-known university in Colombia. Cade had not returned for years and made his appearance only this year at the birthday party. Despite wearing a suit, his yellow hair and general thug-like demeanor made him seem even more out of place. ***