Zade Meadows Personality Novels & Stories

I asked worriedly, sitting up straighter and she pushed me back down. "Relax, I was working out," she said calmly. "Why? You're already a stick," I teased and she rolled her eyes pushing her curly hair into the bun on her head. She didn't seem sweaty, but I was too tired to question her about it. Zada had beautiful silky black curly hair with green eyes that she obviously got from her dad, she wasn't a stick, she had an average body with the right amount of curves that made her seem older than she really is, she was lighter than I was, considering that she is half white but she had her mother's personality, we both did.

"I never knew Mike; we didn't have a relationship. I am sorry that you had to lose such a precious child for nothing." His nose flares up, and I bite my lips, wishing I had not spoken in the first place. "I would have appreciated your apology last year Aella, now, it only makes me want to hurt you." If there is one thing, I have learned from Zade, it is the fact that he is a scary man, but a good man. He wants to hurt me no doubt, I see the hatred in his eyes, I can feel it in my bones. But for some reason, he can't bring himself to do that. I must use that to my advantage, I would do anything to buy Ace time, and also save my baby.

At times, Benjamin wondered if he was under Mea’s influence, always doing whatever she wanted, but he would quickly dismiss such thoughts. The Mea that Benjamin had known as a child was a girl who spoke her mind without hesitation. She could talk enthusiastically about anything she saw, making even the most mundane things seem fascinating. Since childhood, Benjamin admired how Mea could articulate her unique perspectives in a way that was easy to understand. However, everything grew confusing when Benjamin uncovered the complex dynamics between Mea and Zayna.

So Zade decided to take the hard way out. “Naomi, I apologise if I gave you the idea that I needed anything from you, and I definitely do not need what you have just mentioned.” Zade began, his voice low but calm, “I'm a sought after person, mostly between the ladies and even a few men, I don't need a woman like you to pleasure me, that is, I have no interest in your body nor any intention to take your heart and definitely not your life. I am a doctor, I can't take your life away from you.”

I shuffled around, my core still throbbing, and buttoned up my shirt. Four buttons to the top, Zade stopped me and snatched my hands. “Your tits are too nice to cover up. I want something to stare at during my meetings today.” And with that, he dragged me to the door to meet his pack for the very first time. Alpha Zade Stone was a different kind of man.

“Please, come on, there’s no one around here worth mentioning, ok. Trust me, would I lie to you?” Only I was the idiot to keep starving myself back then, in the hopes of catching a glimpse of her… the pain and suffering felt worth it… now? Now I feel like an idiot and I’m ready to vent. My eyes blaze as I leave the apartment, slamming the door behind me as I walk down the hall, zipping my jacket up. I’m Zade, I’m no fucking saint, but I’m not going to let a princess walk all over me. I get on my bike, revving the engine before I zoom off into the night, refusing to slow down as I keep going faster… wishing that the thoughts in my head could be left behind…

Zara stood up, dragging dear Thaddeus with her “Best advice, just let it happen. No pressure. We’re going, goodnight” I’m not worried about me, I’m worried about her. Considering the fact that she’s new to all these, she might as well freak out and I’m not aiming for that. She seems interesting though, very interesting. I stood there, in the middle of the room, a particular round face with long ink black hair and beautiful brown eyes. She’s clumsy a bit, I can tell and she’s very rebellious… well that’s a plus for me, I don’t fancy submissive girls, they’re way better when they are wild to a certain extent. She fits my criteria.

“But why? Why would you….” Mac Meyer moved closer again, as he spoke, “Because you have something no one in this family has had for generations, Zoe. You never back now,” he revealed the reason why he had always had a fondness for her, even if he didn't tell her to her face right at that moment. “You never grovel even when you are forced to. And you are someone that is never meant to be at floor level because nations are supposed to rise at your call, even when nothing seems like it is working. You are a drive, Zoe. A force.”

Lance answers. I thought I heard his bike, but the screaming drowned out the roaring of his bike. I watch as Everly walks out with Jenna and Zya. I am not sure what they put in the water in this group's neighborhood, but whatever, it made all these women gorgeous. Zya is a few inches taller than Tianya and Kylynn, around 5’6”. Her long curly, chocolate-brown hair ends at the top of her ass. What sets Zya apart from others is her striking bright green-blue eyes. She inherited those from her father. Everything else she got from her mother, including her caramel skin tone. Her mother is a full-blood Samoan and is beautiful. Drew was wise to snatch Zya up when he did. Jenna plops down by Lance a

Zee POV. I’m going to take over the world, or maybe drive my new daddy insane, I haven’t decided on which one I’m going to do first, we have signed the contracts, and we have decided on going through all of this, being a real little for more than an hour or two. It's not that I have never tried being a little, I knew what I liked and what I didn't but I have never tried being a little in the open, it's always behind closed doors, always with people I trust, but clearly Hades, my current daddy trust this island and the people who are around.