Novel & Cerita Wade Grey

But he was a Wade. He bore an uncanny resemblance to Jacob with their brown hair and blue eyes. As long as he was a Wade, he was her enemy. Nathan moved from Anna and turned to her sister Shayne, who seemed to be more interested in her piece of steak than speaking to anyone. “Hello, Miss Wellington. Nathan Wade.” He held out his hand for her to take, but Shayne was in no mood to speak to Wade. She believed she had done enough by sitting in the home.

Wade shouldn't be here. But there he was, standing quietly, like a shadow. I glanced around. This floor was full of ORs. Was someone else in his family sick? Or... had Narelle somehow made a miraculous recovery? That flicker of hope made my heart skip, and I walked over to him. "Wade." He lifted his head, and for a second, I saw panic flash across his eyes. Wade's face was even more hollow and gaunt than before—so much that it tugged at something deep inside me.

Adelaide Wade is suddenly ripped from my grasp. I jump, all the power I felt from him is gone, I feel normal, but like I’m missing a piece of me. I look over to what’s happened, Trey’s on top of his Alpha pummelling him, his fist flying in such a flurry I can barely see his arms. Wade throws Trey off and pins him to the floor, “What are you doing!” he growls before he punches down breaking Trey’s nose with a sickening crunch.

At the annual industry summit, right after I wrapped up my keynote, I was about to slip away to the lounge when a stooped figure stepped in my way. It was Wade. His hair had gone gray, and his jacket was so washed out it was almost white, a stark contrast to the sharp suits all around us. "Ms. Jones, can you do me a solid for old time's sake? I'm fresh out of jail and can't even score a decent meal." I stared at him, my mind reeling a bit. I could almost see the ghost of his past self, all puffed up with the dream of taking down the Jones Group.

"Wade Deek! There's been a fatality. Whatever your excuse, you're facing serious disciplinary action." Wade went pale. He hadn't thought anyone would be out in weather like this, much less trapped in a flooded garage.

God, I couldn’t wait to see what he looked like, and what he would think of me. After almost an hour of waiting, I finally heard the door creak open. My eyes glistened in anticipation as I stared on with the big smile Dad had told me to wear. The door opened, and in walked who I assumed was Grey De Luca. My excitement immediately turned into a deep, chilling nervousness as I observed him. He was prettier than I expected, with jet-black hair that fell perfectly over his forehead. His eyes were a deep shade of grey, cold and indifferent. He wore black pants and a white T-shirt that made him look even more imposing. He didn't walk in; he invaded the space. The air seemed to drop five degrees.

Cadfan sneered and said, “Jeremiah Wade will be overwhelmed very soon. So, how is he going to fight against me?” As he spoke, Cadfan said with great expectations, “Jeremiah Wade has always been most conscious of his image and reputation in his whole life. I am really looking forward to the scene where a hundred of the Wade family’s ancestors’ coffins would be dug out on the day of the Tomb Sweeping Festival. I cannot wait to see Jeremiah Wade, who is already in his seventies to eighties, wearing mourning clothes and paying his respects to Leonardo Waldron and his wife! When the time comes, I will have to take pictures of his worst and most miserable face so that I can upload it to the intern

Wade smiled while his green eyes sparkled with lust, “She won’t, trust me… I’ll carry our secret to the grave…” ***

“Your soul is a mixture of blue, green, and pure white light. There will always be a little black, we aren't perfect but your eyes show you are a calming presence. Someone who strives for peace in a pure way, I can also see that you are full of change. You strive to make things better, a renewal to the way things are done, and that you do it all with honesty. If you were a human you would have been changed” Wade smirks as he watches me closely. “You read the eyes.” He says softly like he has solved an elaborate puzzle. “You are a walking soul reader” I shrug, leaning back on my desk. “In a sense yeah, I suppose so.” “I know that the stories all say you can only change people on the blue moon

"You're such a tease, Mr. Gray. But I've already decided how to thank you, and I promise you'll be satisfied." "Still, nothing compares to giving yourself to me." Ashton kept flirting, feeling the Drakell technique surge in his body. Faced with his unblinking, almost predatory look, Wanda's heart skipped a beat. She cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Gray, we should head out." "Alright. Let's go." He knew when to quit while he was ahead. "Wanda, how are you?" Nadine, who'd been waiting outside, asked. "Thanks to Mr. Gray, my old injury is completely healed," Wanda said with a charming smile.