Real Giga Chad Novels & Stories

They would not ask questions . That night, alone in a small hotel room paid for with his new account access, Chad stared at the ceiling and felt the neatness of the day unravel a little. He had done it: law and speed had folded the world into his name. But in the air was the last whisper his grandmother made , forgive me , and for the first time since freedom tasted like a promise, he felt like the owner of hollow things. He made the call to Melissa and spoke in the clipped voice of a man with power. “We move on schedule,” he said. “Leaks, rumors, start them slowly. Reputation first, then the rest.”

Liam said. MJ gave him a quick glance before averting her eyes to the kids again. "Back in the days, street kids in London and other parts of the world literally lived in the streets, under a bridge, or in public toilets; if lucky," MJ said with a blank face. "True." Liam sighed. "There's one thing I don't understand though." He said, casting Chad a suspicious look. MJ followed his gaze. Chad was sitting in a circle with some of the kids while sharing jokes. "This place is at least an hour away from the city of Cape Town, and by foot, it could at least take two hours. So how did Chad get to the city all by himself?" He asked. MJ cast him a look, and then looked at Chad with narrowed eyes. Li

“ What the heck? You want to decapitate my dick? “ Chad exclaimed as he exposed his face. Maria was shocked, of course she did a terrible job. Chad went static when he recognised who the girl was, it was the giant baby color Blue. “ It's you. “ Maria was face to face with the image of Chad Macmiller. Not once in the competition had she seen his face. Chad had a ripped face, muscular and finely lined. His jawbone was sharp and majestic, to die for. He had full, carved brows and a deep blue eyes that she could get forever lost gazing into. She staggered backwards, “ I'm sorry Mr Macmiller. “

He simply respected Edelgard’s wishes. In all fairness, she had no one to blame for her sadness other than herself. She had asked for it the moment she had made her choice—it was a logical consequence of her decision. Edelgard left with the companions Luca had arranged for her. Gigi left with Herschel himself. By the time Chad was ready to leave, Javier looked at him and asked, “Everyone before us left with company, so may I have the honor of leaving with you?” Chad swung his hands, waving at him hurriedly. “Nope, that won’t be necessary. I contacted a call girl for the night, and that’s really all I need. Thanks for your, uh, love, Boss!’”

Gamma Chad, the waggish third in command walked inside my newly refurbished office. Mikayla performed the task admirably to surprise me after my return from Mexico, with a renovated office space. She’s the best. I groaned and sighed with annoyance at my unwanted guest. “What brings the Grim Reaper to my cottage?” Gamma Chad sniggered and approached the desk, “I brought something to thaw the chilly atmosphere that you have going on in here.” He took out an envelope from his black leather jacket and laid it in front of me. "This ought to keep the both of you busy."

Nix grumbled, "I'm so glad there aren't any cliffs nearby..." Chloe and Greg laughed while I scoffed. He devoured his heaping plate of food in no time.

He said. That day he also gave me a new name. Khada Raiko. The next year, He sent me to what he calls the Institute of War. It was a restaurant at first but, as we got in, He presented a small square gold shape token with (IW-HO R 7th) engraving in it, to the cashier. We entered a secret elevator, while in the elevator he picks up another token from his pocket and put it in one of the missing elevator's buttons. He presses it and a new series of underground floors added to the elevator's buttons, descending 25 floors underground. We stopped at the 2nd underground floor. As the elevator opened, People wearing tuxedos and leather jacket accompany themselves in a mini bar on the left, on the ri

“Yeah, you’re right, I’m one of the richest young men in Westcoast town.” Chad nodded, then glanced at the clock on his wrist. “Looks like it’s getting late. I think I have to go home this time. Visiting hours will soon be over,” Chad said. “Well, thanks for coming to visit me.” Chad smiled, then waved at Gerald. “You know Gerald, just a suggestion. If you want to get married to Jo right away, just get on with the process, isn’t getting married easy. You two just need to fill out the form and then get married,” Chad said.

“But your Mommy is broke, so I will have to look for sponsors. I will have to find people who actually believe in humanity, and not just profits. I don’t want to be used as someone’s money-making puppet. No anymore.” Chad looked at his mother, and he had nothing but admiration in his eyes. He had offered to give all his wealth to his mother, but she was not willing to touch a cent of his money. Looks like he would have to find another way. As they were still speaking, Chad’s iPad beeped again. Someone was trying really hard to breach his security system, but they had no idea; no one ever gets through to him that easily. Elara looked at the iPad, and something flicked in her eyes.

Not much further he thought, as he reached for his smokes on the center console. Chad had spent most of the day on the road, now the sun was well over the Pacific and the shadows grew longer on the curves that hugged the rugged coastline. Chad kept his eye out for mile markers and did a mental countdown. "60 more and I meet Jessie." Jessie, also known as "Chipmunk," had been online, one night, chatting, wasting time really. She had a suggestive tagline on her profile "Let me steal your nuts' ' It seemed appropriate considering her login name and he, Steelhead, had messaged her, " Want to steal my head..? "