Zade Meadows Book Novels & Stories

What I needed was a journal or something. When I came across a book about theories and endless possibilities, I decided it was worth a try. Taking the book into the library's loft, I found an oversized beanbag and sat on it. As I read the book, I received a text message from Diana, informing me Zydan had left, and she was getting ready to go home.

Just like Zade has been. A few months ago, he had purchased a lot of books about childbirth and pregnancy. He said he wanted to be able to understand how pregnancy works better. ‘This is our first pregnancy, my Luna and I don't want to make any mistakes.’ Those were his words when I came across the books on his shelves. Boy, I was surprised. I never expected it. He made me know that he was proud of me, of our unborn child. He was eager to meet our little one, even more eager than I was.

Endless jutting trees, spongy moss, water flowing always, everywhere, vibrant and otherworldly and so alive, it makes me feel alive, too. “You’re lots of things, and good is not one of them.” I glance at Zade, who’s not unlike the landscape: outdoorsy and remote and moody. Wild and overcast. “Must be nice,” I muse. “What?” “Being you. Knowing everything.” “It is, yeah,” he agrees. “Any other unfulfilled strata in my pyramid of need that I should know about?” “You’re sleep deprived. A little dehydrated. But the hunger is what concerns me the most.”

I sat on the desk, pulled out a the a book where I have been writing about the Demon king, Zemia. It was like a diary, where I wrote all the things Zemia does on a daily bases. I drafted a few things down and then got off my chair, I got on my kneels and kept the book on the bottom shelf, I pulled out a big book with leaves printed on the cover. I sighed when I stared at the faded inks of the last page, I was able to save the first pages but it was suscpious like she did it intentionally or it was a hiding message.

I just listen. After breakfast, Zade leads me outside to the rock garden. Birds watch us overhead, completely unafraid. The sun warms our skin. It’s the perfect day. “Today, I’m going to teach you how to attack,” Zade explains. “I’m going to teach you how to fight.” “I already know how to attack,” I say, a little indignant. “If I’m going to learn from you, it’ll have to be about something different. I can already defeat wolves even when I’m outnumbered.”

Dedari replied, already picking up his steps quickly toward the camp. **** "What is that?" Zande asked Dedari when she saw him throw a small book on the table. She was nestled in the arms of Jacob as they stood by one of the poles holding the tent to the ground. "A book I and Jacob had seen after defeating the vampires that had tried to attack us when we were returning to the camp earlier today." Dedari replied, as his gaze landed on Jacob whose eyes were fixed on the book. "Okay…let’s open it then." Prest suggested. "We have to know what is written inside."

Zade pleaded and his eyes twinkled with some fresh tears. “I don't read my books backwards, Mr. Meadows,” Grace said with a blank face. There was no trace of softness in her face and her eyes were cold too. The door opened with a ding and Grace walked away stepping on the crushed rose. This time Zade felt like she had stepped on his heart and walked away. He closed his eyes and pulled himself together to go on.

Kendra sat in the library with the book, The Hobbit, opened on her lap. When Rex had first shown the room that was lined with books to her, she’d been both intimidated and overwhelmed. She was taught to read by Olga, but the availability of reading material was limited. Therefore, her reading skills were wanting.

We soon left the city, taking a route, which as described by Joseph, would take us to the motel Cameron had booked for our entire stay. The roads were empty, only a few cars to be seen, and at every ground we covered, the excitement burst through me. The fingers of Cameron were linked in mine, form sat back in the seat, while his gaze lingered on me, being taken up by this much glee. "Isn't this exciting?" I let out a squeal, staring on at the areas we drove past. It was a new discovery for me. A journey of thrill. He had only pushed towards me, form so close to mine, while our eyes remained locked in each other's.

Zuleika POV As soon as we returned to the lounge, I opened the book and settled into a chair, ready to begin reading. Freckles sat beside me while Zade went to the kitchen to prepare refreshments. The pages were filled with tales about Mistborn power, accounts of challenges they had faced, discussions of advantages and disadvantages they posed to the supernatural world. But that's not my interest as I was looking for something that would be unique, a single word to sombe the whole of the problem. I know how dangerous my power and the advantage of it as well, so there was no need to waste time reading out