Novelas y relatos de Zade

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Hit by an astounding article, he threw his head backward and then flung his phone next. Jones Jackson is gay—confirmed by new PA. "oh, I'm gay?"

Her enthusiastic mood diminished when she heard her boss' voice in the reciever. "Kindly bring the proposal documents for tomorrow's board meeting. " "Yes sir." She replied as she replaced the reciever. She picked up the proposal documents, neatly arranged them and rose from her desk. Hesitatingly, she said a short prayer, turned the door knob and opened one of the two huge pair of doors. A white carpet spread through the spacious office. The large windows showed a wide view of the city. The mahogany shelves and file cabinets were full of books arranged neatly. He stood at one of the shelves engrossed in one of Christopher Columbus' diaries. He closed the books and addressed her.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

Zade muttered, cursing himself, then fell silent, imagining again how he had intercourse with Alana, then immediately grimaced. "I can't let you be happy with Leo," Zade said, then reached for his phone and walked to the side of the bed, lying down while continuing to scroll through the screen on his hand. Turns out, half of the content on his phone were candid photos of Alana, which Zade had been taking secretly for who knows how long.

It was Zade. Zade sat on one of the benches with his head bent over his phone. His thumb swiped lazily through reels. He chuckled once, then smiled again. Freckles didn’t move as that act got her attention. She had never seen Zade smile and sometimes she wonders if he even knew how to smile. He always walks around frowning like someone broke his pot. She already brought her phone and took various pictures of him. She even did a video when he laughed at a reel.

-adds pointing out my window. I turn around and see a very tall building, made of dark glass and with two doormen at the door. My face lights up with a smile as I look up. The cab parks and Azael gets out first to open my door, which makes me smile like a fool. We both walked to the entrance and entered through the automatic doors.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

I nodded shyly as if I agreed with what he had said. He stared at me for a moment and sighed. He lowered the goblet containing an expensive wine that could be equivalent to one month's supply of our food at home. "It's okay if you want to keep your identity. Your name here is Magda? It's cool anyway." he complimented. "You know what, Magda, you have the vibe of a person I've been searching for for so long." he shared. I gulped after hearing it. Is he talking about the person he's been searching for for so long is... me?

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.