Zade Meadows Book Character Novels & Stories

I shouted, hoping someone would hear. “And you are?” a woman’s authoritative voice called down from above. “I’m—” I hesitated, my thoughts racing. “Yes! I didn’t quite get that! You’ll have to speak up!” “I’m Jade . . . Jade Ishola!” I finally said, thinking, 'What’s the point of lying now?' “Welcome to the Family, Jade,” the woman said. Seven columns of bamboos raised, creating a passage through the wall. “He was meant to leave you alone in the forest. We can’t afford to have anyone weak among us again.”

“Girls like you are only good for jokes.” My heart fell, a stray tear falling down my face. My eyes darted to Zade, my last hope. Surely he wasn’t part of this, right? But I was wrong. He looked at me with blank eyes and an unreadable expression, but a smirk was plastered on his lips. No pity. No kindness. Nothing. My heart was pounding, the walls felt like they were closing in on me. I had to get out. I didn’t think. I couldn’t.

A blonde-haired, green-eyed, 5"1 girl stood by my front door. In her arms were a purple elephant stuff toy. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun, a blue dress on her body. It was the little girl of my men's stories. Madie. I saw Hop behind her immediately running towards us, gently grabbing Madie by the shoulders and ushering her inside. Wanting to let me in. "Madie" I heard him say "Let them get inside first." "Hmmkay." she answered back. Her voice was soft and little, her lips a beautiful shade of pink. The past few days I didn't expect a little girl to be the witness in that alley.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

Enni's POV My heart pounded like a drum as I picked up the call from the mysterious lady, Zea. Her voice was hushed as if she held a secret of utmost importance. She wasted no time, urging me to meet her at a specified location within a mere two hours. The question echoed in my mind: What could this meeting possibly entail? Would it be a perilous adventure or an exhilarating experience? I tried to rein in my imagination, but my thoughts spiralled out of control, refusing to be tamed.

Odessa felt her head throb painfully and held it tight, shivering as Zane patted her back. He took a kneel beside the chair, ready to do whatever she wanted. She was drained, just touching the girl. How was she going to get the Diamond? She asked herself silently, looking over at the girl. Odessa walked tiredly over to the girl and glared at her, wondering what she was to do. Zane watched his mistress in distress as she swanned rather gracelessly to the shelf. She extracted a brown book with hard covers, the book had little ink writings, and contained mainly signs and drawings.

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Despite his captivating looks, there was an unsettling aura surrounding him, causing a shiver to run down my spine as I dared to meet his gaze. "You are awake," he says again. His voice smooth and cold like frost on a winter morning sent a chill through the room as he spoke each word. I have never been scared by hearing a person speak. "I am Zade Aella, I assume you have heard a lot about me." He moves closer, and I move away, hoping the chair will open up and swallow me. He would kill me, kill my baby, and then Kill Ace mentally. I am not scared for myself; I fear for Ace and what would become of him when he found me dead.

Jacob asked, having seen how Dedari had been scrolling through the pages, disappointment evident on his face. "Yes, I think so. There are some names on the last page of the book." Dedari said slowly, causing the rest to walk toward him together, obviously interested in whatever had gotten the cold Dedari a bit speechless. A peep in into the book revealed four names written in blood, dried stale blood. Zen Caitlin Zande Jacob Olivera. Main targets, breeding folks; strong mergers. Amia was the first to gasp out loud. "Zande…that is your name…Jacob too…" she stuttered, pointing at the book, as her gaze shifted between Jacob and Zande.

The handwriting was sharp and messy, and the words had been written in thick black ink. “Meet me in the woods tonight. Don’t tell anyone. –Z” My heart skipped a beat when I realized it was Zade. What did he want now?