Morgan Wade Novels & Stories

Anthony really did not expect Charlie to say good things about him and his granddaughter at this time. He was very grateful and humble as he said, “Lord Moore, Mr. Wade is too humble. In fact, Mr. Wade was the one who helped you avert this crisis. If not for him, we wouldn’t have been able to wake you up.”

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"I'm fine. Took a shot but hey, I survived. "Don't play with your luck, chief," Jenna walked past him and said, making a pained expression when she saw his leg. "What happened back there? When I arrived with Greg, we saw a dead man, no sight of you," "Nothing. I got away in time," Wade said. He couldn't possibly tell them he had breakfast with the world's most dangerous Mafia. "Phew. You're one lucky man," Mark breathed an air of relief. "We've got a mole," Wade whispered as they walked towards his office.

Wade could not turn back. *

John assured me, but even his voice had an edge to it. Glancing at my brother, I could see Irving was just as rabid as Jericho about getting Wade. Understandable given what Sakina did to his mate. I tried those stupid calming breathing exercises. Yeah, those are for people with patience. Jericho and me? We don’t have that. As we pulled up the horseshoe driveway to Wade’s contemporary home, the heavy oak door opened, and Wade stepped out. He looked like he was going for a run or the gym dressed in the pack-issued tearaway shorts and a muscle shirt.

He walked over and said. Wade used to be a sensible person in Grafton's Empire, but because he had secretly misappropriated public funds, he was sent to the Cold Palace by Archie. Wade shook his head hard and roared angrily, "Yoseph! I am not targeting you today. The person I want to kill is Archie. I want Archie to see his beloved woman die in my hands. I want to kill him." Emma was startled when she heard that this criminal wanted to kill Archie.

Annie hurriedly searched on her phone, pulling up a picture to show her. "Was he the one with you last night?" Looking at the clear picture on the phone screen, though it didn't quite match the real person from last night, Melanie pursed her lips and nodded in admission: "It was him." The webpage listed the man's name as Wade Davidson. She deftly scrolled through the page, checking out Wade's profile. Singer, actor, model. Age: 19. "He's gotten quite famous recently in the country; they call him the young 'Stephen Morgan' in the industry!" Annie cautiously explained on the side.

"Stay strong, Ms. Cole!" "Dig up his bones and feed them to the dogs!" Wade stood beside her in a sharply tailored uniform, his empty right sleeve neatly pinned at his waist. Wearing the look of a wounded hero, he held the microphone in one hand and delivered a speech so self-important it was hard to endure. "I may have lost an arm, but for the safety of this camp—and to complete the redemption Jason started—I'm ready to bear this burden! The future of the inner city depends on me!"

Alice nodded and turned away, walking towards her car and leaving us alone with Morgan. Wade moved around the car, sliding into the driver’s seat smoothly. He was just about to turn on the ignition when he jerked forward, his eyes widening dramatically as though he just recalled something. “I’m sorry, ladies,” he said, getting out of the car. “I forgot something. I’ll be back in a minute.” Without waiting for a response, he hurried away, leaving me alone with Morgan. I was uncomfortable, but tried not to show it. Now that Morgan had finally shown me what she was capable of and how far she was willing to go, I was wary of being left alone with her.

The cannonball was epic and had Stephon, Matt, and Krispin swearing as I came up for air. "You fucking moron. You are so drinking the bathwater." Matt dove in and reached me first. I loved these guys. I heard Angela's squealing laugh as she exited the pool. Two seconds later, as we were dunking, fighting for breath, and getting on the rough side, Wade and Rocky joined us with their own large splashes. Of course, Wade had Krispin's back. The man worshiped every breath his boss took. Krispin had taken him off the streets, dried him out, and given him the job of a lifetime. Now Wade took care of all of us, including Angela and Jewel. Wade had the gift of fixing unique problems associated with a