Blurred Lines 1 Chase Novels & Stories

The aide vanished instantly. Alone, Clarisse rose and crossed to the window, the skyline glittering like a board scattered with broken glass. She had ruled these towers for years, unseen and unchallenged. But now, too many shadows pressed against her walls. Damon Cross circling with his enigmatic smile. Elara growing sharper, bolder. And somewhere, an unseen player who could sever her lines without warning. Clarisse touched the pearl at her throat, grounding herself with the ritual gesture. No, she wasn’t beaten. A snapped string didn’t mean the symphony ended. It only meant she needed a new instrument.

“Right. Totally professional vibes in here.” Ava’s cheeks flushed faintly. “Goodbye, Tyler.” “Bye, Ava,” he said sing-song, backing out. “Try not to blur too many lines.” When the door shut, I groaned. “He’s never letting that go.” She smiled despite herself. “He’s not wrong, though.” “About what?” “That there are lines,” she said softly. “And we’re pretending not to see them.” After she left that evening, I stayed behind to shoot free throws under the dim lights. The ball thudded against the floor in a steady rhythm — one, two, three, release.

Past every meaningless moan I’ve already forgotten. Julian raises a brow. “That a no?” I pour myself a drink. Ice clicks like a countdown. “It’s a waste.” He chuckles. Low. Cruel. “You’re insufferable when you’re starving.” I smile—slow and surgical. “I’m not starving.” “No?” I take a sip. “I’m hunting.” That shuts him up. The blonde keeps touching me. Let her. She’ll be stripped, used, and gone before she even realizes she was never seen.

It was not enough to destroy him, but it was something. The first visible crack in the perfect image Chase had spent years protecting. I opened the article and watched the blurry hallway footage again. Chase moved into the frame with anger written across his entire body. He grabbed Tyler first. He threw the first punch. Security rushed in while everyone shouted. The video had no sound, which made it even better. People could invent whatever story they wanted. And they already had. Some blamed Tyler. Some defended Chase. But enough people were asking the right questions. Was Chase becoming distracted?

I didn't seem to feel the pain until those words became blurred. Suddenly, the door swung open. Chase stood there, holding a stack of documents. When he saw the blood on my back, he froze. Hurriedly, he came over and grabbed my wrist. "Who allowed you to remove them like this?" I lowered my eyes, refusing to look at him. "If you feel like it, you can write them on me a hundred times or a thousand times. "And I will erase them a hundred times or a thousand times in return." I stared at Chase silently, waiting for his anger.

"Yes" He swoops me off my feet grinning, twirling me around while I giggled. He places me back on my feet. "Good. Now let's go make babies" "What?" I laugh. THE END!!! I hope you enjoyed reading CHASING STORM as much as I loved writing it.Watch out for my next book, and if you haven't checked out my old ones, be sure to.

As she stared she could see a small cyclone beginning to take shape within the water as the surface turned from glassy to hazy and then red as blurry images began to form. Looking closer Elaina willed the images to get clearer so she could see exactly what was going on within. "It is too blurry..." Elaina muttered more to herself than Ezra. "Keep watching." Ezra insisted. Obeying Elaina waited until finally Chase began to become clear. Blood and ash streaked his face as he fought a mindless ekek that didn't seem to be phased at all by his attacks. He looked exhausted and devoid of any emotion aside from anger.

He slowly drove past the SUV, pretending not to notice them. As Chase drove past, he was caught in the middle of his heart and his head. A part of him felt compassionate for the poor young lady. He knew what Fabion would do, he was all about bloodshed and elimination. Or he could just pretend he never saw the gun Fabion was holding, or the bloodstained white shirt the young lady wore. Chase turned on his car stereo and enjoyed the rest of his cruise, distracting himself from the shady sight that still tortured his mind.

“There, isn’t that better?” Chase leaned back against the couch. His vision appeared blurry, and this headache was killing him. Something was wrong, he realized but he couldn’t move. Maybe if he’d just close his eyes for a few minutes…