Zade Meadows Personality Novels & Stories

He thought, 'So, she is believing me now,' He answered, "Yes," "May I know your full name?" She asked in curiosity. "Yeah, sure. My previous name is Tristan Zayden Zachadry," Zaykee answered. "Age?" Astrid asked again without holding her mouth back. "Previous age, 17," He answered briefly. "Fav. Color?" Again, she asked without holding herself back. "Red," -Him "Height?" -Her "6 flat," -Him "Any questions?" Zaykee asked, raising his brows,"

Then why did she write down Levi's cell phone number? “Sure.” “Then I want ice cream.” “In that case, I can buy it for you.” The three of them walked while scooping ice cream into their mouths. Zake and Zoan were very different when Meazus wasn't around. Maybe Zake wasn't that different because he was friendly to everyone, but it was obvious with Zoan. It was as if they both had to adjust themselves when Meazus was around. “How did you guys meet each other? I mean, how did you meet Meazus?”

Although I haven't been completely open to this sweet woman, not because I didn't trust her but because I didn't want to bother her with the sad details of my life, she still found a way for me. She found me a man. An attractive man at that. Although he was still a stranger and from his silence, he couldn't be my mate, he was Regina’s grandson. That should assure me that he would be nothing like Alpha Calvin but I was still nervous and a bit terrified. However, I lectured myself to not mess things up. “Nice to meet you. My name is Zadie.” I said to the grandson of the woman that would do anything for me after the incident that brought us together. I seized the initiative to introduce myself

✧ADAM MEADOWS✧ ADAM Meadows. My intuition was right. He was the one picking me up. Now I wasn’t sure if I should go with him or muster the courage to return to the hotel. Because he wasn't an 'I'll-do-my-buddy-a-favor-and-pick-his-sister-up type of guy. He was a look-at-me-wrong-or-say-anything-to-me-I-don't-like-and-I'll-kill-you-with-my-hands kinda guy, and he's doing it looking so calm and gorgeous you wouldn't notice your world crashing down.

My legs are about to give out. “Why not? Do you know how many girls will kill to be in your place?” she shakes her head. “Many people like Zade, even with his short temper and frown. He has a good heart and well, a lot of money,” she adds the last part with a laugh. She isn’t bragging and you can tell from her tone, just saying it like it is. “And although it kills me to admit this because he is like a brother to me, he isn't bad on the eyes.” I shrug and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Seeing she is obviously waiting for me to add something. “It is not just about that, for me especially.”

This was how he spoke to me. Gosh! I've missed everything about Zade. His arrogance, his surprisingly soft side. It'll come as a shock to a lot of people to know that Zade has a soft side..a lot of people don't know about it. I must say I'm glad to have experienced it one way or the other. “I know Zade, but I can't shift when it's raining.” I whispered to his ears. “Or have you forgotten?” I paused, but continued immediately. “Please let me stay here. Just this once.”

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.”

Watching their joy gives me hope—hope that Zade and I can have something just as beautiful with our baby. Zade has been going to counseling regularly, and I see pieces of the real him emerging more and more each week. The man beneath the armor he built to survive, to lead the mafia, to bury his pain—that man is someone extraordinary. The transformation is subtle yet powerful, and every day, I fall in love with him a little more.

I whispered, bringing my hands to my lips. She looked like a shy little thing because the next moment she was standing behind Zade and hiding her cute little face from me. Zade smiled at me before turning to her, "She's shy because she has not seen someone as pretty as you before even at the verge of marriage," Zade was also an open flirt that didn't care if the person he was flirting with was a married woman or even an elderly woman. If that person was a human, he would flirt away. I rolled my eyes so hard at his statement, "Hopefully I won't be on that verge very long."

“Not top-tier, how so when you're not even top of team yourself??” “Well let's start from how reckless you are,” he went on, smirking when he turned his head and saw my glare. “You rush into situations without thinking, you talk too much, you barely have any magic and you only track when you're half transformed. That’s not exactly great patrol material.” I furrowed my brows as I murmured, “I should punch you,” almost to myself. “See?” Zade muttered, wagging a finger. “Case in point.”