Zade Meadows Personality Novels & Stories

Zoey said in a polite tone. “I want to propose to my girlfriend. She really likes your work.” Maverick said as he took his seat. ‘Oh, he was being kind to me because of her girlfriend.’ The question of why his demeanor towards her changed in an instant was answered. Zoey said while she scribbled on her iPad. “Okay sir, describe her personality. Her likes and dislikes. Her favorite color and flower.” “My girlfriend works as an interior designer. She's hardworking. Having to fend for herself after her grandparents died, she learned to appreciate even small things…” As if his eyes were stars, Maverick’s eyes twinkled as he described Esther. Love shining in his eyes.

“Hi, I’m Ava,” Ava said, offering a handshake. Zeda and Carrie took it. “I’m Zeda.” “Carrie.” Ava smiled at Zeda, her bright blue eyes sparkling beneath a bob of perfectly styled black hair. “You’re the new mage. Adrian’s personal student, the girl everyone’s talking about.” “Yeah, obviously,” Zeda replied with a casual shrug. “You’re more beautiful in person. I like your hair,” Ava complimented.

No thanks to my mouth. Zack was a strong personality. He had a mixture of three personalities in all. Sometimes, he could be mysterious. Next, he’s adventurous. Other times, he could be flirty and seductive. Which a part of me inwardly craved… To do dark things I’d never imagined I could do. “Too bad you won’t hear that from me then. I don’t do promises.” He says. His chiseled jaw still looked firm in spite of his non-shaved state as a result of us being stranded on a lonely island for days.

Especially to save her mother and his mate. “Hey, I know it’s worrisome to see Zadie do magic, but I promise she will be one of the best. If she brought me back to life, she is doing better than I did at her age. She is smart and is more powerful than my mother and I combined,” I told him. “That’s what scares me,” Zade replied.

Because of desperation, Maezhei thought of asking for help to Zake but she have no courage to do so especially now that he seems busy with something. What should she do then? --hidayawu--

“I’m not going anywhere. I came for the tryout.” Zade raised one brow. “You?” She nodded. He laughed out loud. “You’re funny.” She crossed her arms. “What’s funny?” “You don’t look like someone that can kick a ball, not to talk of goalkeeping.” She frowned deeper. “Don’t look at me like I’m some weak thing.” He smirked. “I’ll look at you any way I want.” She stepped closer. “And what do you think when you look at me?” Zade stared at her, not smiling now. He waited a beat as if thinking about it for a while, then said, “I think you’re my babysister’s annoying best friend.”

"Is your name not Omashola?" "It is!" "Adu- is it Adunfe Fada- I'm sorry but that last name sounds ridiculous!" Zaddy say what now? "I'll just stick to Oma. Just for me." Omashola forced a tight smile, chewing hard on her tongue, but only because she needed a job. Like a million things crossed her mind to through back at Solano for calling her name, her father's name; ridiculous. "What's your level of education?" "I have a master's degree in Sociology and Anthropology."

The familiar smell of oil paint, wood clung to the air, and right in the center of it all stood an unfinished painting—large, stretched, and hauntingly beautiful even at a glance. My steps slowed as I walked toward it. “Is that…?” I tilted my head, taking it in. The lines were bold, moody. Feminine. “Sort of you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sort of how I see you. There’s still a lot to finish.” “And how exactly do you ‘see’ me, Zade?” I folded my arms, glancing at him and he gave a small, crooked smile. “Complicated,” he began and I raised a brow. “Strong. A little untouchable.”

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.

Zade stood a few steps away again, watching her like he always did. Calm. Too calm. “You don’t train?” she asked. “I do.” “Then go do it somewhere else.” “I am.” Mia blinked once. “What?” “Right here.” She scoffed. “Watching me isn’t training.” “It is if I’m learning something.” Her grip on the staff tightened slightly. “What exactly are you learning?” Zade tilted his head a little. “That you fight like you’re angry.” “I’m not angry.” “You hit harder when you’re lying.”