Slade Wilson Face Novels & Stories

Her tongue slipped over the inspired divot, smoothing it out, and he deep down groaned. Fuck. He pushed the resumes at his child and stood. “Excuse me.” Lucian delayed and scowled at him. Everybody else’s consideration turned to Sawyer as he stood there like a adolescent trick getting a hard-on in the middle of class. His look maintained a strategic distance from Isadora. “I’m perplexed I have to take a rain check on the rest of the assembly. Slade will take after up with me almost anything I miss.” “You okay?” Lucian asked.

“Right. That's why you’re standing in a dead car, in a flood storm, shaking like a leaf?” My jaw hardens. “I just need to get home—” “No.” The word is sharp and final. “I said I need to go home,” I repeat, louder this time. “And I said no.” Slade tilts his head, rain sliding over the scar on his jaw. “Unless you’re planning to drown in a gutter, Little Rebel.” Before I can fire back, someone materializes behind him. It's one of his men, I think. Tall and dressed in black, holding a large umbrella like he’s been waiting for a command.

I turned and walked away, her screams following me down the hallway. "THANE! PLEASE! I'M TELLING THE TRUTH! THANE!" Vaughan had to physically drag me the last few feet, my body fighting to go back, to believe her, to— "Get it together," he hissed. "You're falling apart." We burst through the exit into the blinding camera flashes. Harper materialized at my side, her hand sliding into mine for the cameras. I let her, too numb to care. "Mr. Slade, how do you feel about Madison Wallace's arrest?"

He wouldn’t know where I was really going or why. As I stepped outside, I spotted him immediately. Lucas stood at the edge of the driveway, his sharp voice cutting through the morning air as he issued orders to the staff and guards. He looked as composed as ever, but there was an edge to his tone that hadn’t been there before. I approached cautiously, pretending to be casual. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice steady despite the unease swirling in my chest. He turned to me, his expression unreadable as always. “Slade’s planning an attack,” he said bluntly.

Even though Slade is very active at night, he has never been this agitated before and that was giving me great concern. “Slade, what's wrong?” I asked as I momentarily abandoned the files. I can attend to them later. “I don't know but I feel that something or someone is coming. But I can't tell what it is,” he replied as he continued pacing, this time around, more fierce that I had to hold onto the nearest wall for support. “Calm down buddy, are you planning to kill me?” I cussed as I held onto my throbbing head. “Sorry but we need to go out there, Kaiden. I have a feeling that we're both going to regret it, if we don't take any action,” he replied.

“Send of them my way, tell them to fight me like they’re about to die, because I’ll be attacking to kill.” Slade’s smile faltered. “Do you want to spar with me first to release all of that murderous energy; I don’t want to have to restrain you in front of everyone if you end up almost killing someone.” I cracked my neck, “No offense my dear friend but no one here can restrain me, and I didn’t say I was going to kill them, but they need to learn to protect the land that protects them.” “I’ll send them your way, but I’ll be watching closely, try not to kill anyone.” Slade sighed, addressing the men and women in warrior outfits. “Beta Jayven will be joining our training sessions for today, and

He would pay dearly for this. Anger surged through me as I faced the spy once more. "What?! Get out, now!" He bowed his head. "Alpha, there's more." More? What more could possibly happen? "Well, speak! I don't have all day." "Slade is getting married. When I escaped this evening they were making preparations for an engagement party."

“Alright. We’re in. What do we do first?” “Well, Kesha and I have a meeting with Corinda and her mates so that we can start looking for the orphaned pups. I say we go ahead and clear them—” Slade starts, but I interrupt him. “Really, Slade? You think it’s any of the wolves? For what reason? And with what opportunity?” I roll my eyes. “No, Kesha, I don’t think it’s a wolf,” Slade says patiently. “But we need to clear everyone. I don’t think Corinda would do it, but we don’t really know those two mates of hers.”

Jim quickly recollected himself and stood straight. "No, I'm not sir," he denied. "I wasn't laughing. I just--" Jim could not complete his words as he received a hot slap from Wilson. He held his stinging face in pain. "Sorry, Jim," Wilson apologized. "I just had to let it out on someone. You just happened to be close by," he said as he adjusted his suit. "Come on. Let's get what we came here for." Jim nodded, holding his face in pain as they both walked down the aisle, ignoring the people watching.

I stared at my phone, my chest tight, breath shallow. The noise of the studio faded into a dull hum. Not now. Not again. I slipped my phone back into my bag with shaking fingers and forced my eyes back to the screen. Work. Just work. But the calm I’d felt at lunch had cracked. And something dark stirred beneath it. Slade’s POV I was halfway through a strategy briefing when my assistant leaned in. “Sir, the media team flagged something.” I lifted my gaze. “What kind of something?” He hesitated. “Shawn’s camp is moving again.”