Wade Grey Novels & Stories

"Until he sees what?" "Guys like Grey never have to worry about it. They have girls at their feet and clients in dozens. The worst problem being which vacation to take that year or which tie to wear among his thousands." I still had a lot to learn about Grey, but I knew Adam was still wrong about him. Grey had endured a war all his own, one we could never understand. One I was hoping I'd still have a chance to.

That man sounded like Don Gio, but Wade didn’t get to see his face clearly. “When my parents died, I was adopted by a kind family. They gave me a kickstart,” he explained. “Now, I have four and working on more.” Karen nodded. “I see.” Wade was disappointed by her response. Meeting with her over an hour ago, she smartly brushed everything about her to the side. “You don’t seem like you want me to know you, Mavis.” Karen smiled at him. “What’s the rush? We just met.” Wade nodded. It wasn’t wrong for her to keep to herself, and that energized his interest in knowing her more. The rest of the journey was in silence, and with the high level of security in place at the hotel, he requested to see t

Finally, I saw him, and he was beautifully made. His hair fell past his shoulders. His face was young but the silver streaks peppering his head as well as his facial hair caused one to wonder. His eyes were blue-grey and hard. Quickly, I looked away, not wanting to linger too long as the next direction that my eyes would follow next was his incredible form. “Valene,” Master Wade said. He shook his head. “I will not go-”

He died in his sleep with her picture in his hand with a smile on his face. That's what they told me. Sammy," said. “Cherry remembers Sammy telling that story. It is sad and beautiful at the same time. “Wade is named after his great-grandfather. Sammy said,” There is a picture of her great-grandparents in the dining hall. Wade looks like their great -grandfather Wade Thomas Jefferson. But then she said I look like her great-grandmother.

Soon enough he saw a group of 5 cadets casually chatting behind archery training grounds. Creed immediately recognized Gray's face. The document that Creed had received had most of Gray's information. The four of them seem like friends. By their attire, Creed guessed they must have been practicing their archery skills. "I see…" Creed mumbled, "So he is a ranged combatant," Creed immediately got close and dabbed his shoulder. He immediately turned back with a blank expression on his face. "Hi, My name is Creed Gryffon… you must be Gray Pierce!"

Adira Wade Pain rippled through me as I watched my chosen mate and future Alpha, Grayson Mars, utter vows of love to another woman, Stacy Stevens. She was the beta's first daughter and my former best friend. Like everyone else, Grayson turned his back on me when my parents were accused of being traitors to the pack.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

This was a mortification that he could never possibly live down! By the time Liam reached him, Wade found that he had gathered some of his strength back. He propped himself up onto his arms, trying to regain some of his composure. His mangled face was twisted in a grotesque scowl, and he glared at Liam. "You little twat! I am one of the most feared names in the gangster world, and who would've thought I'd fall into your puny hands?" He gritted his teeth and was about to hoist himself up when Liam slammed his foot against his chest. Even with all the strength he could muster, Wade was still too weak, and so he slumped to the ground once more.

My nerves twisted tighter with every second. “The Alpha is here,” one guard whispered. All of them snapped to attention. A tall, imposing man strode past us and ascended to one of the higher seats. His presence filled the hall like a gathering storm. “I am Alpha Adrian,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. His sharp eyes swept over us. “What crimes have these ones committed?”

I said bluntly, “Though I’m sure you’d be able to tell if I were.” I felt a spike of anger, but I couldn’t tell if it were mine or an echo of Caius’s rippling down the bond. A snicker came from Vladimir’s right, and I turned my head an inch to stare into the watery green eyes of Wade Greymount, chief Financial Officer of the Eclipse Pack. Seated across from Ghost at the end, he met my gaze and peeled his thin lips back in a grin. His blonde hair was the color of wheat left out in the sun. It was slicked to the side in a neat combover. He looked like a well-to-do banker and not the money-laundering bastard I knew him as.