Zade Quotes

Zade,” he whispers against my lips. “That’s the only name that will ever leave your lips from now on, especially when you’re making that little pussy feel good. And when I’m making that pussy feel good, then you can call me God.

Zade may be Hades, but the dark God has never been known to bow for anyone but his woman.

Did she cry out for God?” he pushes. “Yes,” Xavier spits, and fuck, I’m falling apart. I thrust against Zade’s hand, rolling my hips mindlessly, the bliss eroding my entire being. “Good,” he says, a grin in his voice. “That means she was crying out for me.

I love you, Zade. Sometimes I can’t fucking stand it,” I say, my voice raspy and uneven. “But it was the only thing that kept me alive. You saved me. Even when we were apart, you saved me. And I hope to God you never stop hunting me.

Run little mouse

We know you’re a bad bitch, Zade.

Oh, God—” she sucks in a sharp breath. “That’s right, I am your God.” “Zade!

Piece by piece, we both crumble, the chips falling around us in a waterfall of anguish. And I just know that when Zade picks up our scattered pieces and stitches us back together, we’ll be forever entwined.

They see me as a diamond because I have Zade’s love, but they fail to remember that’s what forged me into a stone so unbreakable.

I hear you’re good at making people disappear.” The deep, male voice is jarring and not what I was expecting. I pull the phone away from my ear, checking the number. It’s unknown. “Who is this?” “Most know me by Z. But you can call me Zade.

Zade is quiet for a beat. “Happiness is fleeting. All that matters is that they’re living their life the way they want to.” “You believe that?” I ask, facing him. “That happiness is fleeting?” He shrugs, tossing the last bite of his cone into his mouth, and chews as he contemplates something. “Absolutely,” he says finally. “It’s not something solid you can hold on to. It’s vapor in the wind, and all you can do is inhale it when it’s near and hope it comes around again when it blows away.

After a few seconds, she continues. “I admire you more than I can say for being one of far too few people willing actually to do something to save them. The world needs more people like you, Zade.” “Maybe,” I murmur, giving in and placing a soft kiss on the corner of her lips. “But all I need is you.

What you've forgotten is that the heart beating inside your chest isn't fucking yours," he snarls. "It's mine. And if my heart has stopped working, then pull the trigger, little mouse. Kill the rest of me. I'm nothing if I'm not the reason you breathe.

A beast and a god twisted together, forming something wholly unnatural. And I realize, I never needed to be afraid of his touch. It was men that defiled me, and Zade was never a man.

One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a prison," he murmurs roughly. "You are in my church where I am your God, and you are my equal. I'm not a jail, little mouse, I am your sanctuary.

What are you feeling right now?" he asks softly. My breathing escalates. "Confined." "Trapped?" he volleys back. My mouth tightens because while a part of me wants to say yes, the truth is that I don't. I feel... safe. Protected. Treasured. "One day, you will realize that you are not trapped in a prison," he murmurs roughly. "You are in my church where I am your God, and you are my equal. I'm not a jail, little mouse, I am your sanctuary.

Most know me by Z. But you can call me Zade.

It has a way of making you feel small and insignificant when you're standing before a sight as beautiful as that

Scars only serve as reminders of what we've survived, not what killed us

She walked into this place firmly believing she could conquer the world if only she gave Zade the one thing he’s been working so hard for. Doesn’t she know? Zade is a God. And the only one who will conquer this world is him.

The bitch is going to burn, too. Mark my fucking words.

Hey, Zade?" "Yeah, baby?" "Thank you for bringing me the happy vapors.

I may have cracked, but they did not shatter me. My rose still has fucking thorns, Zade.

The thought of Zade cheating is laughable, though. That will always be one thing I’d never have to concern myself with.

don’t ever want to be free of you, Zade. Not in this lifetime, and not in all the ones that come after.

I have to be quiet. She doesn’t know I’m hiding in her closet.

Panting, I turn to find Zade leaning in the doorframe, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. A mixture of heat and pride swirl in his yin-yang eyes, and I can’t help but feel on top of the fucking world. “Good job, little mouse,” he praises, his voice deep and smooth as butter. “Didn’t want to join in?” He smirks. “My girl had it handled.

They will know that Z knows.

He did hurt me, Zade, but he protected me, too.

Having Zade's love feels like a dream, but having his trust and confidence feels like a dream come true.

Did she cry out for God?” he pushes. “Yes,” Xavier spits, a “Good,” Zade says, a grin in his voice. “That means she was crying out for me.

I don’t ever want to be free of you, Zade. Not in this lifetime, and not in all the ones that come after.

run. If I catch you I fuck you"-Zade Meadows

It’s also a reminder that Zade may not want me anymore—something I’ve come to terms with already. I never thought I’d want to lose his obsession… but how could I not? I’m filthy now.

Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you, or the ones I make you see.

Mert a legfontosabb lépést már megtette a boldogság felé: egész életében ott állt a sejtjeibe, a vérébe ivódott formaságok határán, de most átlépte ezt a vonalat, most már semmi kicsinyes, hiú dolog nem zavarhatja meg a legfontosabbat - azt az érzést, ami három éven át éltette és fogja még éltetni továbbra is.

Zade is Hades, stepping out from the underworld and wreaking havoc on my quiet little life. The wicked scar cutting through his nearly-white eye, with his other nearly-black eye is a combination that could only be forged in Hell.

Fucking nirvana,” he murmurs before suctioning my clit into his mouth. I cry out, pleasure consuming me whole. And he’s right. The way Zade eats pussy is nirvana.

- Consentimiento?... Aló? - Dejen de coger, porfa. - Zade es un personaje plano, marico, el tipo es bueno en todo sin motivo alguno, hace las cosas porque le sale del culo, lo odio. - Ni siquiera lo terminé, las 600 páginas más largas de mi vida. - No puedes justificar todo solo porque es un Dark Romance

Exodus.” Troi echoed the word. “That term has weight, Mister Zade. It speaks to the migration of an entire population. Is that what is happening here?” Zade looked down. “It is.” “But why are you doing this?” Vale frowned, unable to grasp the scope of it. “Where are you going to go?” “Do not be concerned, Commander.” Zade moved toward the turbolift. “This quadrant, these stars… They are no longer a place where my people feel welcome.

How long have you been out there, you creep?” I snap. Zade opens the doors the rest of the way, smoke billowing from his mouth. “Awhile,” he answers flatly.

Zade leans forward, grabbing the seatbelt on the passenger side and looping it around my body before clicking it in the driver’s side buckle. “What are you…” He shushes me, repeating the process with the driver’s side seatbelt. When he’s finished, I’m completely strapped in place, unable to move.

Don’t worry, we weren’t going to D.P. you your first time bottoming,” Zade assures him. “We’ll save that for the second time.” Nash’s eyes go wide with nerves and I give Zade’s nipple a flick for making him worry. “Don’t worry, we’ll be nice,” I promise, crawling my way back up Nash’s body and covering his lips with mine in a sensual kiss.

You will never be able to live without me, Zade,” I breathe. “If you’re my death, then I’m your fucking lifeline.

I was a mouse caught in a trap before, scared, and helpless as I was taken between the teeth of an apex predator. But I'm not their little mouse, and they are not Zade. And I will never succumb to them.

Goddammit, Zade," I mutter aloud. "I'll never forgive you if you die.

Bugün Yeşilî Zade tayfası, Yunan bayrağının gölgesi altında rahatına bakmayı Türk askerinin süngüleri arasında yaşamaya bin kere tercih etmektedir ve bunun için Yunan çetelerine yakılacak köyleri mi göstermek gerektir? Gösteriyor, Yunan idaresinin iyiliğine dair şahitlik mi etmek gerektir? Ediyor ve işin acıklı tarafı şu ki, bütün bunları bir Türk, bir Müslüman sıfatiyle yapıyor. (YEŞİLİ ZADE POLİTİKASI, 16 Mayıs 1922)

Shit, I think I already have because now all I can imagine is Zade in nothing but an apron. That… shouldn't be enticing, yet it is.

That’s what running from Zade is. Fucking. Hopeless.

Zade asks, adding extra shredded cheddar on the mac ‘n’ cheese before sticking the casserole dish back in the oven to crisp. Seeing him doing something so domestic is… odd. I never thought I’d see oven mitts on a stalker and professional killer, but here we are… All he needs is an apron, and I’d be convinced I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole and hit my head on a tree root.

Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates. “The hell are you doing, Zade?” The slightest curl to his lips and my mouth instantly dries. I’ll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast. “Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger,” he says lightly. As if he didn’t just send my heart flying into my throat.

On several occasions throughout the hour, Zade wraps his arm around my waist and squeezes, his grip firm and reassuring. Those small touches are anchors, leveling my head and reminding me that I’m not alone.

I remember him saying before that he offers a home to those who didn’t have one, but seeing it just cements how incredible Zade truly is. Aside from his psychotic tendencies, he’s doing something that no one has done before.

When I make you cry out for God does that count as praying? (Zade Meadows)

I let him consume me because I’m beginning to forget what it feels like to be whole without Zade. He’s in every part of me.

I had just been upfront and told Daya that I couldn’t share details about Zade and Mark, I think she would’ve

I’d take Zade pointing a gun in my face over my best friend’s anger any day.

These men may be skilled in hunting, but what they don't know is that I've been hunted by a far scarier man. I was a mouse caught in a trap before, scared, and helpless as I was taken between the teeth of an apex predator. But I'm not their little mouse, and they are not Zade. And I will never succumb to them.

Calm down, Zade. No baby talk, I don’t even like you like that.

Zade is Hades, stepping out from the underworld and wreaking havoc on my quiet little life.

I nearly snort from the irony. Zade is both Mark’s judge and executioner, and he’s too stupid to see it.

Something about tanned skin covered in black tattoos… Jesus Christ, thank you, She-Devil for inventing a man like Zade.

Hey, Zade?” “Yeah, baby?” “Thank you.

Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you or the ones I make you see. - Zade

Watching Zade drive is foreplay.

Little mouse,” he whispers, and that confuses my brain. Enough for Xavier’s face to fade, only for Zade’s to appear. Heart racing and vision blurred with tears, my hand flies open, the knife clattering loudly against the tile. Fuck me, I almost just stabbed Zade in the face. Eyes widened with shock; the only thing I’m capable of is to stare, unsure if Zade is an apparition, too. He studies me closely, face carefully blank as he lowers my hand.

Hello?” “I hear you’re good at making people disappear.” The deep, male voice is jarring and not what I was expecting. I pull the phone away from my ear, checking the number. It’s unknown. “Who is this?” “Most know me by Z. But you can call me Zade.

Fire licks at my cheeks when I register that Zade’s face is… very wet. And then I remember the feeling of wetness splashing on my thighs when I came.  My mouth parts. “I didn’t.

If I catch you, I fuck you".

Zade puede parecerse a un Dios, pero nunca ha sido de los que perdonan

I love you, Zade. Sometimes I can’t fucking stand it … but it was the only thing that kept me alive. You saved me. Even when we were apart, you saved me. And I hope to God you never stop hunting me.

But I won’t fucking accept it. I’m going home—to Parsons Manor. And to Zade.

I glance at Zade. “He’s… scarier.

We know you’re a bad bitch, Zade. That’s not the point.

The world needs more people like you, Zade.

God, the way he’s looking at me should be fucking illegal. Instead of doing as I ask, he grabs my outstretched hand in his own and inspects it closely, his brow lowered as he concentrates. “The hell are you doing, Zade?” The slightest curl to his lips and my mouth instantly dries. I’ll never get over how easily he morphs from man to beast. “Just trying to picture what ring would look best on your finger,” he says lightly. As if he didn’t just send my heart flying into my throat. Swallowing, I slide my hand from his. “What if I don’t want one? I would say no.” Slowly, he drags his eyes up to mine, and the intensity of his stare has me questioning why I just can’t be agreeable for once. It would save time and spare me from his smooth lines that never cease to fail. At least not completely. Maybe I’m just addicted to the fear and excitement he awakens in me when he looks at me… just like that. Like the beast readying to consume its prey, painfully slow. And I hope he does go slow. Drags out the torture of being caught between Zade's teeth. His hand drifts slowly up past my chest, gently grazing his fingers across the column of my neck. And then, in an instant, his hand is snapping around my throat, gripping tight. I gasp, my eyes widening as his lip curls into a sinister smile. “I can put a collar around this pretty neck of yours instead. Then you wouldn’t have the option to say no. You would just be my good little girl that does whatever your master says. Would you like that better, baby?” “No,” I snarl, but it tastes like a lie. “You don’t own me. You never will.” His eyes narrow, and my heart drops.

I’m in control, Zade. Not you. Me.

Zade got a mint chocolate chip cone for himself, and he smiled wider than the damn Cheshire Cat when I just stared at him. “My entire world revolves around you. If you want mint chocolate chip, then that’s what I want, too,” he had said. “Do you even like it?” “I like you, does that count?” “No.

Who is this?” “Most know me by Z. But you can call me Zade.

In response to my comment about Zade's height, Cage turns to me with a what the fuck? look on his face. "Baby, he's only, like, two inches taller than me." He points a thumb to his chest. "I'm tall, too." I glance at Zade. "He's... scarier.

Cage's eyes droop with exasperation while Zade shoots me a charming grin, stretching the scar on his face. "I only hurt people who deserve it. Scout's honor," he assures. The woman rolls her eyes. "He was never in Boy Scouts. And he's scary, but I can kick his ass, and I'm nice.

They’ll have to lock me in a submarine in the middle of the goddamn ocean to keep me away from Zade.

Greetings, fellow Americans,” Zade starts, my brows jumping when I hear how abnormally deep his voice is. He altered it. “In light of the disappearance of oil tycoon, Xavier Delano, this is a message for the police force, all government officials, and as always, the people of this country.

Zade…” “What’s wrong, Adeline?” he taunts darkly, eyes still cast downward. “Turn the key,” he whispers. Fuck, that’s terrifying. “I don’t know if I want to,” I admit. “Would you rather I break free myself? You either choose this, or I make the decision for you.

Goddammit, Zade,” I mutter aloud. “I'll never forgive you if you die.

I’m wearing five-inch black heels, yet still, I feel like a little girl standing next to Zade. He has to be pushing six-foot-six.

Zade may resemble a God, but he’s never been the forgiving type.

I hate to cut into this beautiful moment, but Sibby is taking her clothes off.” Daya’s voice snaps me out of whatever trance Zade has pulled me into, and almost violently, my head whips towards Sibby. Sure as shit, she’s in the process of slipping off her neon green tights. “Sibby!” I shout exasperatedly. “Stop taking your clothes off, we are not having a fucking orgy!

We’re all in agreement. Don’t worry about me, Zade. You can trust me.” “You know what? I believe you, demon slayer.

My eyes widen further, the fear quickly replaced with disbelief. One blue eye so light, it’s nearly white, with a wicked scar slashing straight down through it. And one brown eye so dark, it appears obsidian. I can still see his features clearly, even with the black hood drawn over his head. And right now, utter relief is staring right back at me. “Zade?” “Fuck, baby, stay right there. Don’t you fucking move.

Zade?” “Fuck, baby, stay right there. Don’t you fucking move.

I go to turn, but she stops me, her hand wrapped tightly around my wrist. “Don’t lose your humanity yet, Zade. Addie is strong, and she will survive this.” I stare at her, and I wonder if she can see something inside me that I can’t. “It’s already gone.

Zade leans forward, grabbing the seatbelt on the passenger side and looping it around my body before clicking it in the driver’s side buckle.

Zade, I think I'd rather talk about my mother trying to convince me that chastity belts were the latest fashion when I was fourteen than talk about trying to stab you." Another pause. "Okay, so there's a lot to unpack here, and I'm not sure where to start.

Zade.

Just as I’m walking out, Mark calls out, “I’ll be seeing you, Adeline.” The second the door closes, Zade growls beneath his breath, “You’ll be dead before that will ever happen.” I never thought I’d condone murder, but with Mark… maybe I can overlook it just this once.

Doesn’t she know? Zade is a God. And the only one who will conquer this world is him.

And I realize, I never needed to be afraid of his touch. It was men that defiled me, and Zade was never a man.

What did I tell you about messing around with my old stuff?

Úgy látszik, hogy az igazság kivívásához erősnek kell lenni, ki kell állni igazunkért, nem szabad elviselni a sértést, tudni kell verekedni azokkal, akik nézeted szerint igazságtalanságot követnek el. De mi a mérce, mikor kell harcolni az igazságért? Csak egy válasz lehetséges - amikor terólad, saját magadról van szó, mert az igazságtalanság úgy általában túlságosan megfoghatatlan ahhoz, hogy harcolni kezdjünk ellene.