Zade Novels & Stories

“Women here get to vote, work, choose to have kids, and make their own money.” Everything the Elders called a sin, the city called a right. It was basically my wildest, most blasphemous wet dream turned into reality. “Wow,” I breathed out. ”I’m Zade Volkov. Heir to the Silverline pack. I'm twenty-two, Russian, but I grew up right here in the States.” I couldn’t understand half the places he mentioned, but I refused to let my lack of knowledge embarrass me. ”I’m Nyx—”

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.

Abel was curious about Daisy’s certain attitude. “You know he didn’t only show his wedding ceremonies, but he also showed off his beautiful wife and good children on f******k, zalo…In today's society, everybody follows each other through social network sites. Anyone who regularly updates their status and news. Outsiders know them better than the members in their family. I said you should install f******k or zalo, sometimes we talk together but you always refuse. That's the reason why you’re a person who belongs to the old generation. Daisy said I thought I was ancient enough, but when I returned, some people were more ancient than me.

he rubbed his evident stubble, embarrassed at the fact that he didn't know her name while they had a heart-to-heart discussion. "Am Sabina, Zara is in school already." "Oh, sure lemme leave you to it then" he stretched himself throwing a lip-sided smile at her then retired to his room. Constructive comments or cheesy ones too thanks lovelies.

he smiled as he watched my face closely. I opened the box and it was the latest model of a mobile phone, I am sure it costs more than what I could earn in a year or two for that matter. It was expensive as shit, “I… Zane I can’t take this,” I said as I touched the display of the expensive phone.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.

He knows who Le Brown is. Zade had a peculiar habit that he exhibited whenever he was lying. You know how people tend to say that you can't look straight into the eyes of people you are lying to? Well in Zade's case, it is very different. Whenever he was lying, he would look straight into your eyes with the sort of intensity that you would think that his words were so passionate and that he was telling the truth.

I sighed to myself. “Paisley Marie!” My father said, annoyed, but turned his gaze on Zade. “Who the fuck are you, and why are you be holding my daughter’s hand?” he growled. “My name is Zade,” he answered with respect, and my father seemed confused. “How old are you, Zade? You don’t seem to be seventeen,” My father asked, searching over Zade’s features. “No sir, I’m twenty-three,” he answered. Asher got to his feet and stared daggers through me. “Paisley, we need to talk,” he snapped.