Nika Bradford Novels & Stories

And where had she gone to hide now. Bradford stared at me out of the corner of his eyes. “Don't worry about this too much.” His attempt to calm be caught me off guard, but I was grateful to him regardless. He was a very thoughtful person, and I often considered Kaiden very lucky to have him as a friend. It was remarkable how people without blood ties could be closer than those with. A mere friend today could become closer than a brother tomorrow. And they could also turn out to be your enemy as well.

Zephyra said, hanging up. Brady lived in a small whitewashed condo in a long line of similar homes all squished against each other in a small, higher-middle class town only five minutes out from Nashville. Yeah, it all screamed money, but looking at the place, Zephyra really couldn’t see the point of it. There was a little square patch of green that served as a front yard, but it was so small she doubted it could house a kiddie pool without running into the neighbor’s yard.

Still mesmerized by Jeffrey’s eyes, Brad answered, “umm I was adopted. So I don’t know my biological parents and never tried to find them since it was a closed adoption.” “Has anyone ever told you that you have a strong sense of smell, vision, or hearing? Do you have fast reflexes, like to run, or are you drawn to the moon?” Luna Paulina asked. Brad shook his head slightly before meeting a smiling Luna Paulina’s eyes. “Umm I’m not sure. I’ve always been very studious, I like science. I like to help people...and animals. I was never interested in sports.” Brad looked down at the floor, then looked back up at the Luna as if a light bulb came on. “Why? Why do you ask?”

Shea groaned and said, “They would.” “Just our luck,” Addy said, sighing as she shook her head. “I told you it was popular,” Cort said, leaning forward to be heard across the table. “Even those people have heard of it.” “Either that, or they were close enough to hear you talking about it since I’ve never seen them here before,” Bradford said. Shea glared at him and asked, “Were you looking?” Bradford held his hands up in surrender and said, “I like to people-watch. I can’t help it. It fascinates me.”

“Dad, do you know the Walton Group?” Something flickered across his eyes before he smirked meaningfully. “You mean the Walton Group that flourished in Bradfort City at one point and wasn’t even inferior to Hart Group before moving to the United States to expand? I heard recently that they intend to move the company back to Bradfort City to continue expanding.”

The information on the website reads: Brad Johnson, born on April 15, 1980, in a small town in Ohio, is a businessman who has navigated the ups and downs of the corporate world with resilience and perseverance. Raised in a middle-class family, Brad was instilled with values of hard work and determination from a young age. Brad Johnson's story is not one of fame or fortune, but rather one of steady progress and integrity. He remains grounded, valuing his reputation for honesty and reliability over the glitz and glamour often associated with business tycoons.

I called out, taking a sudden pause. “Mmmm. Is something wrong? Are you good? Did someone—” “Hold on, girl. I’m fine,” I burst into laughter, and she joined in, our voices echoing together through the line. “Do you know any celebrity named Blake? Someone in his mid-fifties or thereabouts?” I questioned, hoping she’d be more current than I was. “No.” “Think harder.” “Nope. Still nothing. Why? You think your mom married a celebrity?” “Kinda…” I dragged the word out, snapping my fingers. “They said his sons attend Briarwood Academy, too.”

took his own life. BRAD'S PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE: Brad's experiences have had a profound impact on his psychological well-being. He exhibits deep-seated anger and resentment towards those he perceives as responsible for his family's downfall, particularly Noah. This anger has manifested into a desire for revenge, driving Brad to seek retribution against those he holds accountable. Furthermore, his sense of entitlement and narcissistic tendencies contribute to his lack of empathy for others. Noah's eyes scanned the pages. His mind raced with every word. He felt a growing sense of unease, his gut tightening with concern.

Brad, he closed his mouth with his both palms and looked constantly at me. " So, what do you think Brad? Is the CEO of The Game Zone, ugly, scarred, big tummied old gig ?" Both me and Alex were smiling at him. This laughter was reserved for this day, for a very long time. Brad's face was watchable and, something like true bleaching of his face, pale and white...

How was it possible for an outstanding woman like Susan to be in a relationship with a poor and lousy guy? Bradford regretted it very much. When he recalled what he had said to Thomas, he felt like a fool. His father was just the manager of a branch, and at most his father would be a junior superior in the branch center. His father dared not even speak loudly in front of Thomas. So, why did he act so arrogantly? He even wanted to suppress Thomas with Stellar Jewelers. Haha! He was actually the one who got suppressed. He had made a mistake, a terribly huge mistake!