Zade Meadows Novels & Stories

Grace tried to make her stand up but she had been clinging to the chair as if her life depended on it. “Whoa! Grace, it's Zade Meadows. Girls are crazy about him. Girls would die just to catch a glimpse of him and Rihanna, you don't want to kiss him. Do you know what a big opportunity you have got? If I was in your place then I would have not missed this chance.” Kiara exclaimed dreamily. “Do you think the great Zade Meadows will let her kiss him?” Gemma said, looking at Zade. Who looked like a red flag. Just come near me and die.

She wants to run a few things by me from my mom. I paused. She? I sighed and texted back. Me: You never mentioned that you have a best friend that’s a girl. He replied almost immediately. Zade: Yeah, we’ve been best friends since we were kids. Like eight years old. I laughed softly. Me: Oh. Okay. Zade: Her name is Daisy Blackwood. That made me pause again. Me: Is she related to thee Blackwoods? Zade: Yeah. I shook my head, amused.

I met Zade on the terrace at six in the morning, dressed in black leggings and a sports bra, my hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. He was already there, wearing athletic shorts and a fitted gray tank top that showed off his muscular arms. He had mats laid out on the stone terrace—thick, cushioned mats that would protect us when we inevitably ended up on the ground. "How's the ankle?" he asked as I approached. "Good. Doesn't hurt anymore." "We'll take it easy today anyway. Just basics. Get your body used to the movements before we push harder." "I'm ready." And I was. I'd been going stir-crazy being stuck in bed or being carried everywhere. I needed to move, to do something, to feel like I

" Anyways, she'll be in special care, like always and after a day or two, she should be better. If you'll be taking her back home—" Zade's gaze hardened. "Be lenient, Zade." And a sigh escaped his lips. " I was able to gather some information concerning the BDSM organization. Wanna hear it or...not?" Abruptly, Zade got up. " No. We'll talk over the phone, as always." And with that, he turned his back at Charleston and proceeded to walk out of the office.

Zade says as he stands next to me. “I know one person. If she will do it.” “Who?” “My mate. Millie” The shock is written on his face when I make eye contact with him. No one apart from my parents and brother and best friend knows that I have found my mate. I didn't want to introduce her to them straight away but right now, I need her to try and help me. “Your- Mate?” “Let your brain catch us Zade. Yes, my mate” I laugh. I can't help it, my brain keeps thinking of her scent. Her body. Her luscious lips. Her-

One person. 'Madie!'

Gigi "So, let me get this straight, someone is haunting you? And is he hot?" my friend Ashley casually sips on her juice as she lounges on the couch beside me. I roll my eyes at her nonchalant response, about to explain further when she suddenly interjects with excitement. "Oh! Is he Zade Meadows?" Her assumption takes me by surprise, and I quickly clarify the seriousness of the situation. "No, Ashley. This is not some romantic fantasy. He's the one who killed my stepdad, and now I fear for my sick mother's safety. How do I get rid of him?" I ask, seeking her advice on how to deal with the dangerous threat looming over me and my family.

She was nervous to keep moving forward as she had no idea what waited for her as she neared this tent. “Is it abandoned? Does someone have a camp set up?” Thoughts were taking over her mind and nearly all of them were negative. “Grow up Autumn. You’re 23 years old. Stop being such a baby” she inhaled sharply and made her way directly towards the tent. She made it exactly fifteen steps before she felt a very sharp pain in the back of her head and she fell to the ground. ……

"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.

“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.”