Wade Wilson Booktok Novels & Stories

Wade twirled the ring I had slipped onto his ring finger and said apathetically, "I won't do anything to you. In fact, I'm just going to send you back to Stormhold." Looking at the man before her, Cecilia realized he was a demon in human form. Stormhold was her ultimate nightmare. Clutching her head, she shrieked, "No, I don't want to go to Stormhold. I'd rather die than go back there!" Wade, however, didn't spare her so much as a single glance. … Once again, Wade returned to my studio. He climbed into the bathtub and downed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. He scrolled through the frantic, unsent messages on my phone. Then, he pressed it tightly against his chest and explained, "I didn't be

The audacity! I was ready to unleash a torrent of insults, but he hung up on me before I could. A moment later, Paige had the nerve to text me, 'I want your man, your research achievements, and even your fortune… Carlee, when you decided to insult me with your discarded laptop and clothes, you should have seen this coming!' I had barely finished reading when she quickly retracted the message. She had knelt before me, tears streaming down her face, lamenting her family's preference for sons over daughters and pleading for tuition assistance. That was why I decided to help her.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

That’s what I thought until the night before he left for Alpha training. However, I don’t think best friends just stop talking to each other out of the blue. Turning to chapter 4 of the book, I get to the first sentence and the bell rings, letting me know it’s time for the next class. Leaving the class, the hallway is packed with students navigating themselves to their next class. Exiting the class, it’s clear that the word has spread that the boots are coming home.

Aziel looked at me intensely as if he could tell I was lying but let it go. I was relieved. “Your parents must be worried” he said but I told them that they were overseas. I winced when I was talking about them and Aziel quickly noticed and gently stroked my hand. I was actually really thankful that my parents were overseas at the moment . I felt like I dodged a bullet as I was pretty sure the kidnappers would not contact them as they failed to kill me. I suddenly felt exhausted and Aziel must have seen it on my face so he told me that I would be discharged the day after and that I should sleep. He also informed me that my car was with him. I didn’t want him to leave so I clutched his hand.

"Good. Lets just get back to the warehouse. Get behind the walls." The four-kilometer drive felt like it took hours. Every time a stray zombie stumbled out from a side alley my foot jerked on the pedal. The heavy steel plow on the front of the truck pushed them aside like dry branches. The city was still burning around me, black columns of smoke twisting into the gray sky but all I could think about was the cold terrifying look in Justin’s eyes. He was right about one thing—the world was changing fast. If a Tier 2 Awakened was already walking around on day one, my current defenses weren't going to be enough to keep me alive.

Watching. The cage might gleam gold — but the wolves circled close. The laughter from her quip still echoed when Valentina reached for the tray. The envelope was crisp, heavy, the kind of paper that whispered money and power. Her crimson nails slid beneath the flap. Inside, a single card. No greeting. No signature. Just four words in a hand she didn’t know but already feared: “Blood remembers its own.” Her breath caught. For a moment, the golden hall blurred. The laughter, the music, the crystal — it all thinned into smoke. She felt his eye again, watching, pressing, claiming.

Her living room window allows her to see the beautiful night sky adorned with bright lights shaming the stars and even the moon. She imagines Nate and Nina looking at that same beautiful sky after having a lovely dinner while she dines on hot noodle and a cup of coffee. "I'm so pathetic. How did I become like this?" she asked herself. She's about to call for food delivery when Ivy's call came in. She already knows exactly what she's going to ask her. "I just talked to the TV producer. She's okay with the third book being launched in January next year. She told me they would broadcast the series in three weekends in February," Ivy said.

“The boy is well? We feared him dead. He disappeared soon after the stories he told began to come true.” “He is well. As are many other clansmen here who supported me as well as some mercenaries that you likely fear for. Go to my bedchamber and move the long table beside the hearth, it bars a door.” “Someone has taken over your chambers, Fann.” Uilleam hung his head, “I am sorry. There are so many of them and we could not control everything at once. He claims to be holding the space for the return of the true laird.”

Emmie saw him…and she held her breath. Although he wasn’t glaring at her as she suspected he would, the pain of betrayal on his expression was evident through his dark eyes and rigid jaw. Her heart clenched in sorrow. She really needed to talk to him—privately. But they couldn’t do that now. When Elias noticed Gabe, he waved and quickened his step until he stood in front of him. “Good afternoon, Lord Wilshire.” The frown Gabe was wearing tweaked slightly into a smile. “Good day.”