Blurred Lines 1 Chase Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He smirked at me. What? After all this conversation, he returned to the first line. Reluctantly, I walked towards the sink and washed my hands. Sensing someone standing exactly behind me I turned around. Loren took a step towards me, keeping both his hands on the sink, either side of me. My breathing turned heavy and my heart raced. I opened my mouth to tell him to move but, his action took all the words from me. He removed his shirt revealing his upper body, my gaze automatically shifted on his biceps. Where I found a cut mark on his left arm, it was more like a mark of stitches. My eyes started wandering his body, his every muscle. Anyone can drown over it. My wandering traveled from botto

I just kept praying that she would turn around, and tell me this was all a prank. The moment she opened the door, I called her name. She spun around, kind of hesitated before looking at me. I swallowed the morsel in my throat, and kept my hands into my pocket. "I affirm that this journey has ended, so yes, the Chase is over." She nodded, and said nothing. She just turned around, and left.

Chance wasted no time in transferring the contents from his old phone to his new one, then sent the voice note and the photo he secretly took of Johnny to TMZ as he walked back home, then dumped the old phone. When he arrived outside his apartment, he noticed an increase of people gathered outside. All striking up excited chatters. At first, he thought it was Kristoff. But he couldn't make out the blonde hair person in the centre of it all. When he got closer, that's when he realised it was Malcom, with a new hair colour and updated clothing style. "Yes, I too have been-" Malcom stopped talking when his eyes landed on Chance. "Chance. There you are. Never thought you were brave enough to sho