Blurred Lines 1 Chase Novels & Stories

Zenith felt her face. Ellie gave her a puzzle look ." Huh" she looked ahead and smiled ." You have your opportunity, Chase is in the field with his friends". Zenith looked at her and fellowed her gaze , staring at Chase a black haired guy with an ocean blue eyes that makes him unique ,he has an innocent look that one could hardly tell he is a play boy, seeing him chatting with his friends Zenith sighed and looked away . "That's your time to confront him". " I don't know". Zenith hissed.

Archie asks, and I nod as I study Chase. Chase seems to ooze with dominance as he strides confidently towards the breakfast bar. His hair is golden blond. He has shaved the sides of his head short, to show off, I suspect, the tattoo starting just above his ear. It’s an intricate pattern running down his neck and below his collar. I can see him being a character in one of the human shows my mum watches where they wear leather and ride motorbikes. I wonder if he wears leather when he’s not in uniform.

Then flashes went off, blinding me. "Skylar! Tyler!" I shrieked, reaching out blindly. I felt a hand–but it wasn't the warm, familiar touch of my mates. A hand tangled in my hair, jerking my head back with such force I cried out. I was pulled into a hard, cold chest. "Going somewhere, Aliyah Marcus?" Chase’s voice whispered directly into my ear. He had slipped in through the breach during the blast. He moved like a shadow, faster than any wolf I had ever seen. I struggled, clawing at the arm across my throat, but he was like iron.

Chase sighed and asked, “You haven’t seen the news?” Iris was confused and grimaced, asking, “What news?” Chase smiled bitterly and forwarded some snapshots to her phone, asking, “Is it true?”

Chase moved and his body blocked the penetrating gazes that landed on me. I observed the two women that was seated in the chairs. One of them was a woman that was well maintained. Her skin had little to no wrinkles. There was just faint crow lines around the corners of her eyes. The tiny lines did not diminish her elegance and aura at all. Her lips was a pleasant peach color. Her eyes was a shocking blue. She resembled Chase a lot. No, Chase resembled her a lot. It was obvious that this was his mother. The other woman was significantly older than Chase's mother.

She staggered on her feet the moment the first man let go of her arm, and she blinked her eyes to clear her blurry vision as she heard the faint yell of the first man at the second one-maybe reprimanding him for hitting her so hard like that-in Italian. She suddenly felt herself being lifted up and thrown over a broad shoulder. The last thing her eyes saw was her hair blocking her eyes as whoever had her on his shoulder walked away with her. ~~~ "Chiedi alla squadra di sicurezza di procurarmi le riprese CCTV della tenuta delle ultime tre ore, sarò lì subito,” Chase slammed down the telephone on his desk and stormed out of his study, his cousins trailing behind him with Charlie in Valerie's a

I wanted to know if any of the feral wolves had escaped. I crept out from under the shrub and trotted past it. A flash of dashing brown and tan fur from the corner of my eye stopped me dead in my tracks. I swung my head in the direction I'd seen the creature chasing me, but I couldn't see it any longer. My heart began to beat faster; that color was similar to a cougar. I'm one dead meat.

"You’re going to turn heads tonight. I’m sorry I can’t go with you. Violetta didn’t pick me among the other escorts. I would have loved to see you in action. But I can't leave the house, remember?" “Don't worry. I understand. I’m just happy to have a friend like you.” “Awww…” Ingrid pretended to cry. She leaned in and hugged Evie. She kissed her forehead and whispered, "Remember, it’s just business. And nothing more. Okay?” Evie nodded and walked out of her bedroom. Violetta was waiting for her at the entrance of the club with the other girls and some bodyguards. A limousine was parked outside and the chauffeur stood beside the vehicle holding the door open for her.

With that said Trisha left. "Ricardo is mine and one day I will ruin her little perfect reputation." She said as she grabbed her phone and made a call. "I need you to find out everything about Chantelle Black. This little princess isn't innocent." ........ I woke up with a major headache. Why me? I am never drinking again, well at least not like this. The again, this never happened I always wake up like nothing happened. Oh yeah, I took those brownies which are happy ones. Yeah, I've tried edibles before.

“Faster than you realize. You look up one day and something that was there just… isn’t anymore.” My gaze dropped back to the canvas. The paint had settled into something heavier now. The center darkened, edges blurred, like something being swallowed slowly. “So you take pictures,” I said quietly. “So I don’t forget what it looked like before.” The words settled. I dragged the brush lightly across the edge this time, softening it. Blending instead of cutting.“Sounds exhausting,” I muttered. “Sometimes,” he said.“You didn’t answer the question,” he added after a while.