Kade Book Novels & Stories

POV: Adira The cell door opened without protest — and so did he. Kade knelt in the shadows, head bowed, golden eyes dulled as if someone had scraped the sun out of them. His wolf was there — I could feel it like a caged storm — but he didn’t snarl, didn’t bare teeth, didn’t even look at me unless I commanded it. Erik’s magic was working. “Stand,” I whispered. He rose in one fluid motion, towering, lethal… mine.

I slipped into a soft white robe that barely reached my thighs and left my hair loose and damp around my shoulders. Then I opened the connecting door between our rooms. Zade’s room was dimly lit, just one lamp on beside the bed. He was lying back against the pillows, shirtless, reading a book. The sheets were pulled low on his hips, and the sight of his bare chest and the strong lines of his stomach made my mouth go dry. He looked up when he heard the door, and his face broke into a slow, easy smile that reached his eyes. “Hey, baby,” he said, setting the book aside on the nightstand.

Kade looked up when she came in and the sensitivity was still running, I could see it in the slight unfocus of his expression, and whatever he read from Sola's frequency made him go very still for one second before he managed himself. Adaeze watched all of this. Said nothing. Sola poured her tea and stood at the counter and said, "How is it going." "Early," Kade said. "The work," she said. "Adaeze says I am a tracker not a broad receiver," he said. "Which apparently explains some things." Sola looked at him over her cup. "Does it," she said. "Apparently," he said. They looked at each other. Then Charlotte came downstairs and the moment broke and the kitchen became the morning kitchen and Ada

[hey guys! let's start book 3, shall we? LOl. Merry Christmas everybody! so before we begin book 3, I realized the version of Apod on Good novel (book 2) is the only one that didn't have this chapter. I must have forgotten to post it and for that I'm sorry. Whilst it will take away nothing from book 2, I feel it is essential for Character development and just a recap of some elements in book 1. Please note that the events of this chapter took place in book 2.]

“There is nothing here.” That’s a lie, he has a flat screen television with a video game set, mini fridge, a shelves of books, the corner part looks like an office. All Kade wanted to do was avert the glorious king sized bed. This was more a bro cave than a bedroom and feels oddly comforting as his imagination got the best of him. He pictured sitting on the couch on a snowy day, facing the beautiful ambers illuminating the room. Brandon handing him a cup of hot coca after a long day bossing people, then snuggling closer to the hard body pulling him closer and they shared a night of passion.

she replied with a sassy roll of her eye. Can you believe this child? I thought wistfully. Why am I even surprised she has an attitude for a child her age? She has red eyes for crying out loud. ‘Like that should explain everything dumbass’ Kaeden replies with a snort before disappearing ‘Oh, so we are talking now Kade?’ I questioned angrily only to be met with the silence. One I was all too familiar with ever since my mate died. Turning my attention back to the mysterious little girl, I asked softly;

“I don’t care about what Kade is trying to do, mom. And trust me, I will be much better without him around.” The days after that in the resort went by fast. I spent most of the time in my room, so for most of the time, I did not Kade. Until, one morning. That morning, my mom had left for a spa session and I was in the living area. Kade joined me. He was holding a book and before I could recognize the book he was holding, he rushed back into the room. Then, he came out almost immediately. I stood on my feet to go back to my room. A knock came and I paused in my tracks and decided to head for the door.

Mira didn't sleep. She lay in the narrow guest bed staring at the ceiling until the window went gray with early light, running the training yard conversation over and over until the words wore smooth from repetition and stopped meaning anything at all. *This conversation isn't finished.* *Kade. You can call me Kade.* She'd almost told him. That was the part that frightened her most — not that he'd almost recognized her, but that some reckless, exhausted piece of her had wanted him to.

I was tired of being helpless in a world run by violent men. I typed in the titles of several advanced books focusing on digital architecture, security protocols, and tactical survival. I added every single expensive volume to the digital cart. Kade walked back into the bedroom ten minutes later. He held a glass of water in his hand, and he stopped near the edge of the carpet when he saw me sitting at his desk. He looked at the bright computer screen and then looked at the black card resting next to the keyboard. "Did you find something you want to buy?" Kade asked quietly, hoping I found a small piece of comfort.

"We should look at the book. Do what my father concealed.” Kade raised himself up, wincing as his expression turned to pain. I picked the recipe book up from where I let it fall against the door. We sat together on the bed, the book open between us. Wading into the murk, Kade fished out his phone and in a lurching blend of pseudo-braille and pidgin Arabic he deciphered that which had to be written in broader strokes. "Here." He gestured toward the sourdough starter recipe. "These aren't measurements. They're molecular formulas."