Blurred Lines 1 Chase Novels & Stories

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

He's back again. I simply grinned. This one is too blind. He was so numb that he could only see Jack. "You're too blind and numb, Troy." I said I was stopping him. "A-Me? What?! I'm not blind! And I'm not even numb!" "Hey, why can't you see me?" I have an urgent question. I worked hard on him and leaned on the couch. "The blind and numb award goes to only you, Troy." He snorted and looked down.

Replaced by something cold, something creeping and slow. A chill Slithered down my spine, curling at the base of my neck. The rush of Control I had Felt moments ago vanished, replaced by something else. Something darker. I stared at the screen, the city lights flashing outside, suddenly distant, blurred. The hum of the engine, the faint chatter of the driver’s radio, it all faded into static. The baby isn’t his. And my grandfather’s death also. The air in the car felt thinner, the leather seat beneath me no longer a throne of victory but something constraining, suffocating. My grip on the phone tightened.

At this moment, facing the threat, he held back his anger and asked: "What do you want?" “I will contact you when we get ashore. Take good care of Suzan’s sister and Kate. If you do anything to harm their reputation, you will pay a heavy price for it. Eight hours later, at eight o’clock tomorrow morning, pay attention to answer the call...We will have a good talk then.” The other party dropped a threat and hung up. Charlie was so angry that he hit the sofa and couldn't understand. How on earth were these videos taken? Suzan was searched when he got on the cruise ship, and even his mobile phone was taken away. Therefore, the video of the two of them was not shot by Suzan.

They were far-off echoes I could barely place anymore. "Daisy," a voice called out behind me. I turned, and my expression went cold. Carl was already charging toward me. I slammed the door, but he jammed his hand into the gap just in time. His fingers were crushed instantly, and the skin turned an ugly blue. He clenched his jaw, refusing to let go even as the pain twisted his face. "Just let me talk to you, please?" His voice sounded almost pleading. I froze. Was this really Carl?

One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled. God, I loved reading. A sudden throat clearing shattered the moment. I jumped so hard my heart slammed into my ribs, eyes going wide as I whipped around— Straight into Tristain. He still wore his black dress clothes, but the top three buttons were undone, exposing a thin silver chain that lay casually against his skin. Another thing that was begrudgingly attractive. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revaling ropes of veins that snaked all around his forearms. Fuck…

(Jeffrey) I tap the right arrow key on my keyboard and the image on the monitor shifts to the next high-resolution file. I zoom in on Chase Warren’s hand. It’s splayed wide and heavy across Natasha’s lower back. The midnight blue silk of her dress looks thin enough to tear. My jaw locks. Chase is looking at the camera, completely ignoring the goddess in his arms. He’s treating her like a corporate asset, the way he always has. Like a shiny hood ornament he brought out to distract his board of directors.

I demanded, her voice wavering in fear. Chase scoffed, a cold, mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You’re not that lucky.” He snarled. Before I could react, he plunged the syringe into my arm. Pain seared through my arm, numbing my senses as weakness began to consume me. A blinding whiteness enveloped my vision, and the world slipped away. My last thought was of the burning rage and betrayal that consumed me, a fiery promise that if I somehow survived, I would definitely make Chase pay, even if it was the last thing I do!

How ironic,he now flaunts her in front of me and her coldness towards me kills me a thousand death at a time. "Chase please help me to remember everything from last night.Its not normal.I never loose my control over my desires not even in my unconscious state."I shake my head in denial. Chase has special powers to take someone in past events through mind link or sometimes he sees the future which is very rare.His mother was a witch from a very powerful clan and father a werewolf making him a hybrid in our pack that's why he was too thrown out by Adrian along with me.