Zade From Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

Elaine’s chest tightened, “What is this? When Zade was a boxer? I know about this.” “Of course you do, you both were dating each other after all. But I wasn't showing you Zade as a boxer, look into the picture deeper, you'll see someone there that shouldn't have been there.” Jared crossed his arms, looking at Elaine who slowly turned her head to stare as a picture again, carefully looking at the heads that were inside the picture. And when she got to a particular place she froze, her hands hovering above the piece of paper.

He secretly designed, and was currently working on how to get it big. However, one night after watching Dawn’s interview, Zade was suddenly stopped by a car pulling up in front of him. He stood alert, but his gaze softened watching Dawn step out, clad in a black winter coat. It felt like a dream watching her approach. She was beautiful. Her dark, long, wavy hair fell over both shoulders. “Zade, huh? How long do you plan to keep stalking me?” she asked calmly. “Uh… I… uhm… what… d-do you mean… stalking?” Zade stammered.

Zade stepped onto the balcony. He glanced at the night sky first, then he hands tucked casually into the pockets of his tailored coat. Only after that did his eyes flick briefly to Ryan just a glance then looked at Sylvie. "Chilly." he remarked lightly." Zade then turned fully to her then with a smooth expression. "You’ve been gone long enough," he said. "People will start to ask questions." Before she could respond, he closed the distance between them and placed a hand at her waist.

I’m not usually a fan of killing a pretty one. My Instinct flared hearing that threat and I reached inward for the spells that could protect me. But pain ripped through me instead, searing every nerve. And then he laughed. 'You know who I am we just met a few moments ago. Let me think about how I should repay you for helping little Tessa slip my grasp? Hmm? Wrap my hand around your soft neck? Cut out that tongue? Or scoop those pretty eyes right out?’ Zade's voice dipped to a pleased purr. 'Whichever I choose, I promise we’ll have so much fun before you die in my hands.'

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Caleb says dashing to the door. Of course, it was. Caleb brought two boxes of pepperoni-filled pizzas. He had even paid for the extra pepperoni slices on it. Zane came downstairs when the room was set for a film night. The guys had me in the claw, and Zane was exempted. He didn't say anything, and neither did any of the guys. I could watch Zane's eyes on mine the entire time we watched the movie. It was a horror movie. A haunted house actually, and the ghost apparition would make me shout and hug Reaper.

“ Mikey, I told you I’ll having a girls’ night out today. I’m at Gutenberg’s downtown.” “ and where exactly is downtown?” The line is quiet for a beat. “ You’re not Michael. Who is this?” “ Marcello Andres” “ Marcello Andres…Marcello…Oh my God!” I hear harsh whispers in the background and the unmistakable voice that belongs to Zara Parkinson. The voice comes back on “ uhm, Marcello, I haven’t seen Zara all week. She’s not with me.” “ I never said she was with you but thank you very much Miss…”

Before Chantelle could answer, the doorbell chimed again, and Zade walked in with Zadie in tow, when his eyes fell on the woman standing before me, he froze, placing Zadie behind his back. “Zade, long time no see. How many years has it been now?" Chantelle said, smiling. "What the hell are you doing here?" Zade sneered, eyeing me as if he was calling me over to him. Slowly, I moved towards him, and his sister watched from the corner of her eye. "What? You don't trust me?" She looked hurt by his reaction. "No, not particularly," Zade affirmed harshly. Chantelle narrowed her eyes at Zadie, who stood peeking around Zade curiously. "You will have two children?" her eyes crinkled as she smiled.

“You are… imperfect.” Zade smiled, slow and dangerous. “Funny. I was about to say the same about your system.” For the first time, Hale’s composure cracked. Just slightly. “We can help you,” Hale said, voice lowering. “Stabilize you. Finish what was started.” Zade straightened, every instinct screaming. “No.” Hale sighed, almost regretful. “You don’t understand the stakes.” “Oh, I do,” Zade said. “You’re afraid.”

She gasps, rage flashing across her face, but I meet her glare with calm defiance. “You want to act like I’m the child?” I step closer, my voice low and firm. “Try pulling a stunt like that again, Cleo, and you’ll see just how ‘innocent’ I am.” Cleo sneers, not even glancing at the shattered phone as her lips curve into a bitter smile. “You’re playing a losing game, little girl. You’ll never have all of him, not really,” she taunts, folding her arms as if she’s settling in for a show. “Zade has a darkness in him that you’ll never understand. He craves to be controlled, and he needs someone who can touch that darkness, hold it, twist it. Someone who’s not afraid to show him he’s weak.” She le