Kel Kade Book Novels & Stories

“Did you see what he did to Jake? My poor son was beaten because—” “He deserved it then.” Noah cut in. He took a brief glance into the room but sighed and left eventually. Meanwhile inside the room... Kelvin's calculated gaze swept around the room. Every single thing was intact just like the way it has always been when Sheila, his grandmother was alive. The room was also clean like someone still occupied it. He knew that one of them must have searched the room thoroughly and taken anything they could find away. KEDS was an important project to his grandmother and he had a feeling that she died as a result of what she found.

She didn’t know why that particular book called out to her as she reached for it, but the minute she did, the door to the study opened, and Kaide peered in with a sigh of relief on his face. “There you are; I thought I bored you so much that you left,” he says with a smile that immediately drops when he catches sight of the book in her arm. “Why don’t we find you another book?” he says in a quick haste as he grabs the book from her, which confuses Elise. “What’s wrong with this one? I want to read this one,” she argues, her boredom raised in question as to why he won’t allow her to read that particular book.

Kade whispered, brushing her hair from her face, “we strike first. Not out of impulse, but strategy. Every move, every action, every whisper… calculated, precise. And we will not falter.” Lena pressed close, resting her forehead against his chest, feeling the steady, commanding heartbeat beneath. “Then let them watch. Let them fear. Blackwood will not just survive—it will dominate.” Kade’s fingers tangled in her hair, his lips brushing hers in a fleeting, grounding kiss. “And together,” he murmured, “we are unstoppable.”

his voice went dark, promising — “we’re going to war.” Because Kade didn’t just reject a girl. He rejected a Queen. And woke a Goddess.

Not as my prisoner. > _Come back as Beta. My second. > _You’re stronger than any of them. Prove it where it matters._ > > _You have until the first snow. After that, I wash my hands of you._ > > _Kade_ I read it twice. Three times. Then I folded it and stood there, staring at nothing. Kael was watching me, jaw tight. “What did he say?” I handed him the letter. “Read it yourself.” He read fast.

Jules said Friday and today definitely wasn’t Friday. I couldn’t have possibly slept that long. The girl’s legs were spread, her fingers teasing her nipples as she waited. But Kade was still turned away , digging through the wardrobe, his back to both of us. Then— He shut the drawer and then turned. And there it was. His cock. Hard. Thick. Veins straining. *Fuck, he was huge.* But in his hand—something pink. He tossed it lightly, catching it with a smirk before pressing a button. A buzz filled the air.

Even with the R squad. It felt good to not have to put tech terminology into layman’s terms. Last week Buddha got locked out of his email and didn’t know how to recover it. By the end of fixing the issue, I was about ready to kill my beloved friend and Buddha looked like his brain was going to combust from information overload. He tapped out when I mentioned I needed to store some information in the cloud from his phone. I had met Kade in the lobby of the hotel. He was scrumptious as usual with a bespoke black suit and custom black dress shoes. I had opted into a simple black dress with black heels. I put my hair up into a twisted bun at the nape of my neck.

The way he turns his head toward the glass wall like he needs a half second I am not supposed to witness. “Ha.” The exhale comes out rough. Uneven. He runs a hand through his hair once — a motion I have seen him make approximately never, because Adrian Keller does not fidget, does not betray, does not let anything through that he has not chosen to let through. “Uncle Adrian, huh.” He says it more to himself than to me. Not a question. Something else. As if weighing the taste of the words. Good. You don’t get to look at me the way you just looked at me and call me kid in the same breath.

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

No one there knows who we are, making it much easier for us to fit in, to make friends who don’t just want Kael’s money. “Why don’t you come inside for a drink. I just made lemonade,” I offer, motioning for her to follow me inside. She does so with a bounce in her step. Once she sees Kael, she greets him with a hug and a kiss. Myself and Kara are the only ones who can make him put his book down. “Any reason for your visit?” Kael asks.