Zade Novels & Stories

I half-listened, nodded when needed, and glanced at my watch the first chance I got. Tia’s shoulders squared. Her eyes blazed with the fire of a socialite who never ran out of steam. Her grip on me tightened just as a new pair stepped into the circle. “Perfecto! You must meet my niece. This is Dianna Rosa de Valdez!” I lifted my chin, plastering on the polite smile I’d been wearing all night. The moment my eyes landed on the couple, every muscle in my body locked. Zade Romano. His silver hair lay slicked back, skin glowing with the kind of health men his age usually had to buy. The black suit draped perfectly over his still-straight frame, and his sharp gaze c

Delilah’s eyes glistened, emotion flickering briefly across her usually guarded features, but she held her composure. Kael’s voice lowered, gentle yet powerful. “He showed us that no one is beyond redemption. That no matter our mistakes, it’s never too late to do the right thing. And for that, we will honor him. For that, he will be remembered as a good man. He will be the remembered as the man who saved two women that would have sided against us and yet have also chosen different side. A different side than family. Family of blood and half chosen to make amends as they became family by choice.”

Just waiting for us to fuck up so they could pounce. The Gehman leaned forward, nostrils flaring. Sniffing. Goddess, he was really sniffing her like a dog checking out a new toy. I bared my teeth without even thinking. “She’s human,” Zade said flatly, stepping up beside me like a wall. “Off-limits.” The Gehman’s lip curled. “Is that so?”

Few minutes later, a beep came from Alex phone. Alex grabbed his phone quickly not containing his excitement. "Oh Jojo, I got my first match, and look, she's texted." He went quickly to see her Display picture, but he couldn't see her face probably because she was looking up at the sky and had huge sun glasses on, but Alex could tell she was really beautiful and the killer body she had made him even more satisfied. "Oh Jojo, this is it, I have scored. Cupid really favoured me. What's her name... Amanda Walters." A smirk slowly growed on his face. "Well, hello Amanda."

Cut out pictures of nude men with different manhoods sizes, and of course a pictures of Zoe having sex in different positions with different men. Just then, Dale heard the sound of an approaching feet. She freaked out and quickly returned the pornographic diary of a saint, closed the wardrobe and played cool. she knew had no cogent reason for barging in without her occupant's permission and began calling out her name to avoid untrue assertions.

He hurriedly takes the travelling box away from Ruby, who releases it freely to him. Meanwhile, Alexandra glares at him silently, without uttering a word. Once he is out of sight, she turns to Ruby. "K.J. you are looking great!" Alexandra compliments. K.J is the abbreviation of Ruby's native name. Which is Khadijat. Khadijat is Alexandra's paternal cousin. She is the only daughter of her father's younger sister, who is married to a Yoruba man. Ruby is Alexandra's closest cousin. She literally tells her everything. Although they only hooked up during holidays. But the bond was still there.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Even Jace is quiet. I turn around to ask Zander what is going on, only to find him down on one knee, holding a little box in his hands. “What are you….” I trail off as he begins to talk. “Ashleigh Kylie Steward, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I know our start was rocky, but I only hope to make a better future for us both. I love you so much, sweetheart, and I can’t wait to be by your side for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?”

“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—”