Thaddeus Bradley Novels & Stories

"As for you and Hannah, you two deserve to rot in hell! And Henry, too! He'll never know peace!" Meanwhile, on the 16th floor of the Bishop Group, Jasper Schultz was sitting cross-legged on the couch. "Tell me, how will you thank me?" asked Jasper, who was Damon's good friend. He was waving his phone in the air, showing off and asking for praise. On it was a piece of news about the Bradley family's fall. "Camden Bradley brought it on himself. There's no way he's getting out until at least two years later," he continued.

After seeing Frederick fight, he decided to inform Thomas about it. "Mr. Griffin, you need to send more people if you want to make him pay. That son of a bitch is a good fighter." Hearing that, Thomas smiled and said, "Are you questioning my abilities?" Mitchell quickly shook his head and said nervously, "Mr. Griffin, you've misunderstood. Who am I to question you?" Thomas was Brad's son. Brad was currently one of the most powerful men in Jenaire City. That was one of the reasons why Mitchell had chosen to work for Thomas.

As we approached, Thaddeus stepped forward from the line. He was a mountain of a man—easily six-foot, with broad shoulders that looked like they could carry the weight of a building. His black T-shirt clung to his muscular frame, tactical pants tucked into heavy boots. A faded slash mark ran from his left cheekbone down to his jawline, a permanent reminder that he’d seen hell and survived it. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but even so, his presence was a warning to anyone with bad intentions.

“May I walk you to where ever you are going to go, Miss Irina?” Irina gave him a big sister smile. “Such a sweet gentle man.” Irina patted his shoulder. “I don’t want to be the cause of the hard time for your late.” Bradley was a head taller than Irina. He looked down, avoiding an eye contact with her. “I’m sure Mr. Theo would understand.” “I’m sure he would.” Irina nodded. “But, I’m fine by myself. So, you don’t have to troubled yourself, alright?”

Hogan said anxiously, “Father, I wanted to inquire further. Why did you make me accept the task? Tuckson is not an easy man to deal with…” Bradley had just gotten home. He had been away to find out more about the Allens for the past two days. “The Allen Guardians, Samuel and Langley, are dead.” “What?” Hogan was incredulous. Bradley said in a deep voice, “Tre-strike’s young brother, Tony, is dead too.” “What!?” Hogan’s pupils constricted in fear. ‘The act of killing Tre-strike’s younger brother is no different than offending god!’ “Kayson killed them,” said Bradley slowly.

Tyler Location: Alpha Blake's office Wesley sat on the chair prompt in front of the desk. Blake sat on his chair, Harou sat on the desk corner with one leg resting on the desk, the other steady on the floor. Damian, leader of the primord vampires, sat in the sitting area on the right side of the desk. I paced back and forth on the new wooden floor. Pensive, my arms crossed behind my back.

But the Thomases had put him and other members of the community at ease, and now they were just getting to know each other. “Mom! They’re coming!” Nadine suddenly interrupted her mother’s conversation. “Oh, of course. Can you bring the plates and snacks out dear?” Cynthia said to her daughter. “May I ask, back in the day, you know, when all of us were just super dumb teenagers, Bradley Thomas lived here. Is that true?” Fred suddenly asked Joe. “House Number four yes,” Joe confirmed quickly. “Can I perhaps get a tour of his place? My cousins always said he had this amazing guitar collection, or rather an entire room dedicated to his music.” Fred ventured.

he said causing me to smile. Rajesh might be an annoying fly at times but he sometimes knew how to be a darling and make me smile. “I have good news Catherine” he announced proudly. “Really? What is it?” “Bradley is dead” he announced proudly his news bringing a smile to my face. Bradley is one of my husband’s most trusted friends and was also part of the executives in Barrington Industries and with him out of the way I can work my plans together and move up to the top.

he said. The words cut through the air like a knife, knocking the remaining breath right out of my lungs. I froze, my heart dropping straight into my shoes. "What?" I whispered. "Why?" "I honored my grandfather's final wish for three years, Tabitha," Bradley explained, his tone level, without a single hint of hesitation. "I did what was expected of me. I protected the family legacy, and I gave this marriage a real shot. But now that the three years are up and my promise is fulfilled, I want to spend the rest of my life with the woman I truly love. That woman has always been Rachelle. I'm not going to keep living a lie."