Thaddeus Bradley Novels & Stories

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.

The boy yelped and stepped back shocked, “Bradley what are you doing here?” Bradley climbed through the window and closed it. He turned are to him and said, “I missed you?” “But you were here just yesterday,” he said with a huff and turned around. He could feel that he was warming up at the cheeks and did not want Bradley to see him. Bradley walked up to him and wrapped his arms around him and said, “I thought about it and I want to try this.” Thomas rolled his eyes, “What about living up to your father’s name? Didn’t you say that this is stupid and we are young too?”

My colleagues began to talk about it. "Brad is the special assistant of the president of the Hudson Group, Declan. It is said that he has a lot of power in the company." "Right. Although his position is only that of the special assistant of Declan, in actual fact, his power is even greater than that of the vice president of the company." "Tessa, what's the relationship between you and Brad?" "Nothing special." I replied with one sentence. The elevator just reached the first floor. I walked straight out of the elevator.

Leesa told him she understood, that above everything she wanted him to be happy, that it was time for him to make his own life, though she secretly wondered why he had chosen to go all the way to Weston College, in Connecticut of all places. Bradley had been true to his word, calling or writing every day without fail. In the middle of his sophomore year he told her about a girl he had met, someone very special. Leesa was so happy for him, but not long after that things began to change. His calls and emails became shorter, and he began skipping a day now and then. She let it slide. She was fine with it—until the day she received that fateful email.

"Make sure to let me finish him. No one should scare our mate." He gave me a subtle nod before heading out to track down the perpetrator who dared to threaten our beloved. With Brad on the job, I could relax. He was reliable, dependable, and he always delivered. Brad is our pack's information technology expert, and he's incredibly gifted. Of all of us, he has the most self-control. Some people might call him emotionless, but he's anything but. In fact, I think he has the strongest spirit among us - he just doesn't express it openly. He's two years older than me, at 22, and he has multiple college and university degrees. He appears to enjoy going to school.

Bradley no longer hates him so much but rather pities him, for he’s caught up in something much larger than himself, much larger than Bradley or anything else, and is completely helpless in the face of it. As Bradley is. And as they drive down this softly glowing road, Ned continues to stare. “Geez. Don’ recognize this at all. You lost?” “No,” Bradley says as he slowly pulls up to the glowing church at the road’s end. “Not at all. “I’m home.” Three Days Ago Friday afternoon Bradley Sanders had just pulled shut his office door at Webb County Community College and was in the process of locking it when he heard: “Hey, Brad. What’s up?”

Theodore, who would act as an Alpha proxy. Thaddeus retrieved a pocket watch from his coat and raised it to eye level, stealing a quick glance in my direction without directly meeting my gaze. His lips curved slightly as he delivered his news. "Starting today, I won't be here to guide you anymore because of my absence. I've had a discussion with my brother, and he will assume the role of your interim mentor," he revealed, his words laced with a hint of detachment.

“As usual, dear friend, you’re absolutely correct!” Brad Kramer — William Bradley Kramer, Jr. — had taken a position to the side of the platform and as far back as he thought would be reasonable. He wanted to be in a position close enough to the platform for his bids to register, but at the same time — for no good reason — he wanted to be out of the sight line of the people on the stage, the girls being auctioned off, and one girl in particular.

He rolled to the door of the wheelchair and said solemnly, "I'm Thera." When Brayden saw Thera sitting in a wheelchair, he blinked his eyes and did not react for a moment. "Haha, Thera is actually a lame man. It is rumored that he is very powerful. It turns out that he is just a lame man!" Brayden patted his thigh and laughed. Stacy frowned and was shocked by Brayden's ignorance. Thera was expressionless and looked at where Brayden was smiling. He was a little familiar with this face and seemed to have seen it somewhere before.

Bradley: I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning to take up my post. Alexander: I'll prepare a message for you... I'll also send you a photo. The man is wanted for the attempted murder of me and my Luna, my Beta, my Luna's Gamma, my Luna's father, and ten warriors. I want him alive. He's from Dark Moon and he's Chad's brother. Bradley: Okay. If I see him, I'll arrest him and put him in jail for you. I shook his hand again and sighed softly. I was supposed to go to my new office to draft the mission order for my brother, but my sweet Luna was fast asleep with me, and I didn't want to disturb her.