Zade Meadows Book Novels & Stories

Soon enough, I heard the familiar soft footsteps. "Hey, Cole," Zye whispered, appearing from behind a bougainvillea bush, her hair a tangled mess of curls. She held a magnifying glass to her eye, squinting at a tiny beetle crawling on a leaf. "Hey, Zye," I replied, a small smile touching my lips. It was a comfort, her quiet presence. A small anchor in the storm that was my life. "What are you reading today?" she asked, her voice hushed. "I am reading a book about mummies and pyramids," I said, holding up the book so she could see.

“Shh… we’re outside now, Eira. We’re outside.” Zade whispered into my hair. His voice was deep, rough with restrained fury, yet the hand slowly stroking my back was impossibly gentle. “Just look at the sky. There’s no ceiling. No walls.” Slowly, still shaking, I lifted my head. My chest rose and fell in frantic breaths, but the sight before me—the wide-open gardens, the distant mountain peaks, and Zade’s dark blue eyes filled with worry—finally began to clear the fog of panic clouding my mind.

That night, Zach guarded Zelle right next to her room, and in his dream for that night was the memory he will never forget. It was a year after Zelle had just lost her memories. Zach and Aaron just moved into the mansion to play with her. Zach saw the quiet little girl reading a black book under the huge tree. "Zelle, what are you reading?" Zelle did not respond and continued to read the ‘fairytale’ book while ignoring him. Zach sat next to her and tilted his shoulder over to hers to take a look at what she was reading about. That surprised him instead!

“We moved back here from lighter hells. It’s fine. People are mostly normal.” Cade leaned in a little closer. “Mostly?” Leah looked at Zara, waiting for confirmation. Zara’s hands curled around her coffee cup. She felt heat rising to her face. Part of her wanted to say something to Leah, to warn her while a part of her wanted to storm over and snatch the water bottle and fling it in Cade’s face. “Mostly,” Zara said finally, forcing a tight smile. Cade nodded as if that wrapped up a very important survey. “Excellent. Well, if you ever want a gym partner, I can show you the ropes. It might make you feel less frazzled. I’m great at making people sweat.”

Zayla snapped, pulling back. “You should’ve struggled harder to get away,” Maera whispered in her ear. “You should’ve made sure Lord Asher never found you. Since you failed, I’ll make your life miserable. I promise.” Zayla froze. Then Maera’s gaze fell to the book in Zayla’s arms. In a flash, she snatched it away, yanking it from Zayla’s grip. “Give it back!” Zayla shouted, panic rising. Maera tilted the book, reading the title. “Spell Book,” she said with a smirk. “I’ll keep this with me… for a while.”

she whispered into my ears. "How do you know that?" "Simple, I know you. Look at yourself. You are all dreamy and like a child who wants to be praised by a hero." Zadimus opened his book once again and read the content. To my surprise, the content was different in each page, it was not a diary but a notebook. He noted every single thing that seemed appropriate for him. The story legend was written in there too. I wondered why he wanted to tell us the story.

Snuggling under the duvet, Alice let her thoughts drift until she fell asleep. The faint creak of the door opening and soft footsteps stirred the silence. Zade entered, dressed in a loose black shirt and sweatpants. A stick of unlit weed rested between his lips. He stared at her small figure on the bed, wearing one of his shirts. The duvet was pushed aside, exposing her bare legs. Even in the faint light, he noted every detail of her form. Her hands were clenched, pressed against her chest, and her hair was scattered over her face. Zade moved to the window, his face dark with thought. He never made mistakes, and he hoped this wasn’t his first.

Alice snarled in disgust. “Have you tried to smooth it out?” Kendra asked with gentle sincerity. “It’s damaged from exposure during the war,” Alice sighed. “I was just an infant and, then, the people who took me in barely cared for my basic needs, let alone try to help me keep my looks. I lived the life of a wanderer. It was a hard life out in the elements with survival always at a precarious level. It wasn’t until I met Arthur and he took me to HOPEVILLE that I knew any type of stability and comfort.”

I shiver at the thought of what would have happened to us if he didn't pull us up. My belly tenses, my babies kick nervously and I moan with some pain. Raziel worries as he looks at me. "It's ok, is just the position… my babies are uncomfortable. They are tough, this fight is not worrying them…" I smile trying to sound at ease. "Maybe you should let me go," Zareen says and my eyes widen at her intentions. "Relax… remember who I am, Meadow… I can fly with the wind element at my side… I will be fine!" She says smiling.

Then Zara noticed something. "Adrian." He turned. "What?" She pointed at the bookshelf. "That book." He walked over. "What about it?" "It's upside down." Adrian stared at the shelf. Most of the books were old business journals. One was facing the wrong direction. He pulled it out. A small compartment opened behind it. Zara's mouth fell open. "Okay." Adrian looked at her. "Don't." She smiled. "I wasn't going to say anything." "You were."