Zade Meadows Novels & Stories

Maybe we can get to know each other better over the summer," I said. "Well, Ella, I will be heading to Alpha Camp tomorrow, and I will be able to see you every day, but I was hoping I could mark you so we can mind link each other and let our wolves get to know one another because I don't know about you, baby. But my wolf wants to get to know yours." Zade explains. "Ooh, yeah, Cindy wants to meet your wolf. What is his name? Can I meet him?" I asked him. Zade takes a deep breath, and his eyes turn black, and then I notice he is grinning at me.

As I swiftly adjusted and closed my legs, my body trembled. Mason walked toward a group of men, speaking in low tones, yet his eyes never left me. “Hey, Mia.” I turned to see a man waving gently. “Hi” I replied, forcing a small, awkward smile. “Can I sit?” he asked. I hesitated, then nodded. “I’m Zade.” He talked easily, his voice relaxed. At first, I barely listened, but slowly, without meaning to, I began to loosen. “So that was it...she walked up and hit me with a cane. I screamed while my classmates laughed.”

His hard-earned MBA and years of dedication have paid off, establishing him as a respected leader in the field. Meanwhile, Zada has become a celebrated children’s author, her debut book ‘Mirrie the Mythical Horse’ marking the start of her rise to fame. Inspired by her storytelling talents, she continues to capture young readers' imaginations with her enchanting tales and thoughtful messages. Her latest book, praised as a classic in children’s literature, reflects her journey and growth over the years. Sunlight streamed through the windows of their cosy home, casting a warm glow over the morning routine as Liam and Zada hurried to prepare their daughter for her first day of kindergarten admis

Her mother’s voice rose, teetering on hysteria, “Zade happened! He already has a girlfriend! It’s all over the news!” “What?” Isabella blinked, trying to process her mother’s words. “You heard me! He’s been photographed with some girl. They’re calling her his girlfriend! Everyone is talking about it. How could he not tell you?!” Isabella’s mind reeled. She grabbed her laptop and frantically opened it, her fingers trembling as she typed Zade’s name into the search bar. Within seconds, dozens of articles and photos popped up. One video stood out, Zade proposing and the caption read, "Billionaire Zade Silver seen with mystery woman, is she the one?”

Rook said. "She always speaks," Zade said. "Unfortunately." Rook chuckled "You know what your problem is?" Zade's voice moved closer. "You take up too much space in places that don't want you." I was a size sixteen. I was five foot seven and I had dark auburn hair and grey-green eyes and I weighed more than the beauty standard at WhiteWood Academy said I should. I was reminded every fucking single day I kept my back to them and kept working. These old insults don’t hurt me anymore

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

I drag my knees up and wrap my arms around them. Finally, I look around the place we are. Clear blue skies, palm trees and white beach sand. There isn’t anyone close by and I just hope they are busy doing something and this is not some kind of abandoned island. Knowing my luck, it’ll be more the latter than the former. Zade gets to his feet and dusts the back of his jeans. He looks down at me through hooded eyes and offers his hand, I take it this time without having to think about it.

Zara I was very glad that Ezra took me off maid duty, I was glad that I will have the time to sleep and also get ready for work. Yesterday was one of the worst days of my life, I was very scared when Kade grabbed my arm, I thought he was going to puff me out of there and mark me and make me his. I was happy that Ezra had taken me away from him, Kade scares me a lot and I can’t imagine my life with him, he is crazy.

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.”

We came to a run-down shack, and Zade let me down. “Were here,” he stated, searching the ground. “Zade, there is nothing here,” I voiced, throwing my hands in the air as I turned in a circle. “Trust me, it’s here,” he returned, still looking at the ground. I sighed, folding my arms crossed my chest when I heard a click of a door and spun around to find Zade opening a door that went underground. He climbed in and held out his hand for me to follow, and I hurried, letting him help me inside.