Novel & Cerita Zade

"No way. Fuck that third floor. That's for addicts and whores. We're neither, not yet at least. Later, bro." "Later." Drake hung up and dropped the phone into his bag. Kadia was the hottest night club in all of New York. Getting in was going to be a bitch, unless you were a DeMarco or a Castaletta. Good thing Drake was both.

Zade tries, but she shakes her head. “Ada, you need to save Ada,” she whispers, her gaze now turning to me before she glances at the door behind her, a door she was clearly guarding. She opens her hand, revealing a bloody key. Zade takes it and stands up. I look at Adriana, behind the blood you can clearly tell she’s a gorgeous woman, with platinum violet hair that falls in front of her face. She has green eyes and she’s wearing all black. She is not what I was expecting at all…

DDEA @sekyel wish me luck gonna tell her the truth later.

Bridget's voice softened as she trailed off, “He was in the same class as Frederick, Atlas, and Gabe. Zade was always a troublemaker. Also, someone who was impossible to ignore because of his achievements, and, well... his looks too.” She gave a faint shrug, “You know how competition between future Alphas is normal,” Bridget continued, “But even in that cutthroat environment everyone knew Zade and Frederick weren’t just rivals. They were mortal enemies. Zade used to say Frederick was nothing without his family name and his pack’s reputation. But Frederick kept proving him wrong. And I think that’s

Jemima’s POV His name was Zade. Zade Hunter. I thought about how perfectly the name suited him. Strong and proud exactly like his personality. “Do you suddenly feel powerless after giving me your name?” I teased. He smirked. “A note of warning, Jemima. You are not to get too comfortable with me. As long as you remain here, I am going to be your teacher and you will accord me that respect. I can use your first name to address you but you can’t use mine.”

Zade said as he sat on one of the cushions staring at me his face mates in amusement. “You are hard man to resist Kairos,this definitely worked.” I concluded stuffing my face with Marshmallow

Zade’s POV: It was silent… and cold, just the way I liked it whenever I wanted to think. As I lazed away in my indoor lounge with my favorite drink in hand- which was a sachet of blood type AB- I couldn’t help but think about what had happened earlier today. My people were going too far. I understood their anger at the fact that I had given Reagan away but retaliating by going after Dawn? That was too much! And I would make them pay for going after my mate!

He spitefully uttered. K laughed. "Relax," she chuckled, then took a step above Jesse so that they were face-to-face. She lifted her arms and wound them around his shoulders. "Dimitri is the name of Nadia's newest cat." K leaned her face onto his and they kissed on the steps. She pulled away from the kiss abruptly, turning around to continue walking up the stairs, leaving him wanting for more again.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.