Wade Grey Novels & Stories

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.

“Draven Wade, Draven Wade is a multi-billionaire who has power in most countries over the world, he has the highest net worth in Atlanta, and he is the most ratted businessman too.” Allison explained. “Woah,” Xalia muttered. “Yeah girl, you are… “ “How come I have never heard of him in all these years? His name doesn't ring a bell.” “Well, he is off the internet, his picture isn't on the internet and just Wade is there as a name, he seems like a ghost or something.” Allison explained and Xalia sighed.

I stepped out of the car and saw a familiar figure. Wade. Recently released. One leg dragged badly. It was the one the loan sharks had broken years ago and never healed right. He was standing in the snow in a thin, worn-out jacket, handing out flyers, bowing slightly to every person who passed. When he saw me step out of the car, he went rigid. The flyers scattered from his hand. He turned and tried to move away on his bad leg. "Wade." He stopped. His whole body shook once. He turned back slowly, his eyes full of fear, shame, and something that looked like the end of a very long road.

"No interruptions please, hold any opinions till after we've all said our names." "Burn." Katilyn hollered. "And your last name complements your character Brandon. Chivalry." Angel winked. Brandon's cheeks reddened. "I'm Eddie Pierce." It was quickly said. "Well Eddie, you have a strong voice." Eddie gave a curt nod. "And you Sir are?" Angel motioned to Grey who snickered in his direction. "Grey Goodman. I lost my legs during the war at Afghanistan." "And that's so courageous of you Grey. Glad you walked out of there alive."

Caroline Lightwood After talking to Cade Grey, the CEO of the reporting company 'Gnewz' from the group of companies owned by his family THE Greys for over an hour I started preparing for today's meeting. Yes and this is the CEO of the company who wrote that article. He was my friend in college. He even had crush on me, but when I told him I liked someone else, he understood it and we remained good friends. Ethan was always jealous of him or any male I talked to, as a matter of fact. Whatever stop thinking about that jerk. I can't believe he didn't called back. At least of not for me he should have done it for my children. I'm sure one day they are gonna ask me about their father, god only k

"This doesn't concern her.” "She's Grey's wife!” Penelope snapped, closing the distance between them. “Show some respect.” Cade barked out a laugh and shook his head. “She's a girl Grey married to keep his reputation.” "Hold your tongue, Cade.” I growled before I could even help it, a low stirring in my chest. Cade looked at me and lifted his shoulder casually. "You're a trophy," he said flatly. "Grey bought you out of that fucking auction house then gave you a ring and a nice house. That's the beginning and end of your relevance here-”

"On the other hand, many guests were already waiting to watch the show." "After that, Walter carried Deborah into the living room as he said with a smile, ""Where's my father-in-law? I'm going to bring my wife and kowtow to him. This is to express my gratitude to him for raising her. Mr. Grey, please show yourself. Please accept my bow as well.""" "Then, only did everyone realise that that Zaddeus was not here." Huh? Where's Mr. Grey? Isn't this his daughter's wedding? Why is he missing?

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Rocky didn't ask any more questions, simply replying, “Understood.” Wade sent him the location, then ended the call. After that, he stood up straight and scanned the surroundings once more. Under the dim streetlights, one of the bodies on the ground caught his attention. A faint sense of recognition pushed him forward as he approached the corpse. The man looked gaunt, with thinning hair; his face was battered from the earlier fight. Wade frowned and crouched beside the body. He grabbed the man’s face to make sure he wasn’t mistaken. He clearly recognised the crooked nose and the long scar on the left cheek.

“Forgive me, but could we have met somewhere before? You look familiar.” Here it comes, Wade thought, tensing. The end of his anonymity. But he spoke the truth when he answered. “I’ve been around for a couple of weeks. I walk around town a lot, for exercise. Go to some of the Little League games to watch Dixie’s kids play. Maybe we’ve run into each other. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes to take your order. Unless you already know what you want?” Gray studied him a moment longer, then shook his head. “It’ll come to me, where I’ve seen you before.”