Zade Booktok Novels & Stories

I slipped into a soft white robe that barely reached my thighs and left my hair loose and damp around my shoulders. Then I opened the connecting door between our rooms. Zade’s room was dimly lit, just one lamp on beside the bed. He was lying back against the pillows, shirtless, reading a book. The sheets were pulled low on his hips, and the sight of his bare chest and the strong lines of his stomach made my mouth go dry. He looked up when he heard the door, and his face broke into a slow, easy smile that reached his eyes. “Hey, baby,” he said, setting the book aside on the nightstand.

Hello my beautiful readers! Please take a moment to read this short note, as it will explain what is yet to come and may answer questions you have. Zade was the lead I never knew I needed 🥹 he came in as a villain, and left with many hearts. He has fast become one of my favourite men ♥️ The next and final book in the series is a novell, which I don’t currently have an exact date for, but please visit the book occasionally if you don’t get notifications.

She closed the book she was reading, the name read 'Silk Luv. “And let me guess, he is one of your fictional crushes?” I didn’t need to look at her to see she was smiling. “You have no idea; he is literally the best of the best…” “Then trust me, he is nothing like your Zade Meadows because there’s no way in the world anyone would find this guy attractive or pick him as a favorite.” I turned over to her; she had closed the book she was reading and kept it on the side of her bed. “Tell me about him; let me be the judge of that.”

“And I want the satisfaction of watching you fall.” Zade inhaled through his teeth. But something inside him hardened. He straightened, lifting his chin. “You think you can break me?” Zade asked softly. Damon blinked, thrown off by the calmness. Zade stepped forward. “I’ve lived in fear every day of my life. I’ve fought against bodies twice my size. I’ve been hunted, cornered, dragged, nearly exposed, nearly killed.” His eyes narrowed. “And I’m still standing.” Xander stared at him—something warm and stunned flickering across his face.

“It’s perfect, Jenna, just perfect.” Perfect. The End. Thank you so much for embracing the series. I hope you’re enjoying the Dalgaard’s as much as I’ve enjoyed writing about them. It warms my heart to hear your thoughts, so please don’t be shy to let me know what you think! Interested to know what Lorcan Dalgaard has been up to? Find out in Book 4 – The Bloody Alpha. Available now!

Welcome to unedited Black book 3 of the Woods series. This book can be read independently. You can read it without adventuring into 'Married to a stripper'. I'll be extremely happy if those who haven't checked that book out do so. I hope you enjoy my works. Love you guys much much. Your humble author Zagzahzlau. ~••~ The Sunday night was frigid against unarmed skin in Buea--the city of legendary hospitality-- located in the southwest region of Cameroon.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

Aron thanked her and inquired about Zea's whereabouts. "Zea left earlier today after receiving an urgent phone call," Jen informed him. "She didn't say goodbye or provide any details about where she was headed." Concern washed over Aron, but he decided to wait until morning to reach out to Zea's friends and family for assistance. In the meantime, he searched for any clues within their home, hoping to piece together her location. It was then that he noticed Zea's laptop still on the table, an open document titled "The Experiment" catching his eye.

Turned the burner. TMZ. Big letters. `POLICE: NO MENTION OF ASHFORD IN ADAMS WELFARE CHECK`. Under it: `Source: Official document obtained by TMZ. Welfare check on Zara Adams shows ‘subject referenced multiple parties’ but names redacted. No record of ‘Vivienne says hi.’` Below that, trending: `Liar`. `Clout chaser`. `Bastian needs help`. The TV in the apartment clicked on. Landlord’s nephew installed it years ago. Mounted too high. Volume low. But the captions were on.

I step into his room, my pulse hammering so hard I swear my heart might burst out of my chest. “Zade,” I say. He’s slumped in a chair, eyes locked on a book splayed open on his desk. This is how I know my brother’s really pissed. Zade doesn’t give a damn about books, I’m the reader in the family. But when he’s mad, he pulls this stunt and grabs any random book and flips through it like he’s trying to tear the pages apart with his glare. “Zade,” I repeat, louder this time. Zade lifts his shoulder in a half shrug and turns to face me, his eyes still cold as ice. “What, your boyfriend’s not still in your room, half-naked, waiting for you to crawl back to him?” he snaps.