Real Giga Chad Novels & Stories

Gemma involved in their family problem. “So, who will i be staying with?” Chad asked, a pout on his face that he’s not staying with Mrs. Gemma. Before she could open her mouth to talk, a door was open before a woman and a dog came out of the house, coming towards the car which made it known to her that's Reporter Kim’s sister. “Woah! That’s a German shepherd!” Chad exclaimed, his whole attention on the dog which made Vanessa relax against the chair, she’s not going to have a problem with convincing him seeing as he’s excited about the dog.

Chad let out a sigh. "Just sit down and keep your mouth shut." He did not want his son to be humiliated any further. Wallace was indignant but said nothing else as he sat down near his father with Wilbur and Wendy. Just then, Chad said to the elder, "Sorry, Elder Yale. My son's still a kid. Please don't take it to heart." The elder was none other than Yohan Yale, one of the top dogs of the underground circle in Taya City back then.

That's what I know about the business of the Saavedras. That's just the look of shock on Chad's face. "Don't say the one you married is a son of the Saavedras?" he said with wide eyes. I frowned. "You know them?" I asked Chad in disbelief. He nodded. "Of course, I know them, Miles. Don't you know that I'm a certified gamer? And yeah, I love their games and that's what I always play, especially the Underground Battle. But seriously, you married Saavedra's son? As far as I know, the only son of Saavedra is Zandy. That means...Oh my God! Is Zandy Saavedra your husband?" Chad was only more surprised when he realized the truth. His mouth was still open.

I signaled Angel to grab the man’s bag and he took it. Chad Garcia looked a lot like Cleo, except for the white hair and beard. His features were very stiff, so even when he smiled, you could see that his face wasn’t made for smiling. He was about my height, with thick muscles, and had on a green face cap that cast shadows over his face. “Hey, son,” Chad said and pulled me in for a hug. He acted nothing like he looked. He wasn’t uptight. He wasn’t reserved. He was happy, warm, and maybe a little loud. I don’t know how I felt about that. I was too tired to know.

Chad went back to Rouge who was waiting downstairs. In a few more minutes Chad's family will arrive already. "I am so excited," Chad told himself to relax. "Let's just wait for them and watch a movie first," Rouge asked Chad to open their LED TV in the meantime. "Sure, Tito," they had a little traffic only. I am so excited " he smiled at Rouge. "I am giving my full blessings to both of you. I am praying that you will give my grandchildren the soon as possible. As you know, I am not that going to live long," Rouge smiled with bitterness at Chad.

Chad said, as he lay down, on a large, smooth rock. Meanwhile, Erika watched him settle down. She asked him. "Have you been here before?" "Not here exactly." You see the gazebo over there, up in the corner. I once saw this site from there. I wanted to know how it felt to be here, yet I never gave myself the chance to come here. But, it is the only place under the stars and in front of the sea that I know of that is very dark, enough to do dirty things, and I don't know how to realize it. Come closer, I want to eat. Erika burst out laughing at Chad's comment.

Chad explains, and I nod slowly as he does. “That doesn’t sound so bad. How much is he willing to pay?” I inquire. “He won’t make payment until the job is done; but he is offering to pay a billion dollars.” Chad replies me, and I almost choke on my spit. A billion freaking dollars?! “Son of a b—“ I start to say in excitement, but Chad stops me. “Language, young lady.” He scolds me, and I roll my eyes. “Who does he want me to get rid of that’s worth all that money?” I ask Chad and he clears his throat nervously.

Gadgil’s intimidating voice was loud enough to be heard from the barn. “You leave me with no other choice.” Just as Gadgil was about to kick down the door, he along with Sherlock saw it swing open. “There’s no need to break down my parent’s door. It will be costly to repair.” Chad revealed himself to the CRC agents with guilt permeating him. “Why weren’t you answering when we were calling?” Asked Gadgil roughly. Chad fed them an excuse, “I was busy using the bathroom ok. Did you want me to cut my shit short just to answer your call?”

“You didn’t, uh . . .” “What? Here? No.” Chad’s eyes went a little misty and I knew he was picturing it. I kicked myself for putting the idea in his head. He shook his head and his gaze cleared. “Nah, she’s not my type. Too . . . I don’t know. Too something. Seemed kinda overeager, if you want the truth.” “What do you mean?” Could a sweet girl like El really be interested in a guy who called himself ‘The Chadder’?