Blurred Lines 1 Chase Novels & Stories

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!

John cursed under his breath and settled down on the chair where he was sitting earlier. “So, you want to help your friend…” Chase asked again fixing his gaze on the girl. Cara lifted her eyes and they met with his smokey gray ones. Her heart could not help but beat louder in her chest but this time not because of fear but something else… something very different. Chase’s eyes shifted from her face to her throat and he noticed her swallowing hard, his eyes travelled down to her shivering hands which were fisted to her side. He again stared into those ocean blue orbs and said, “I don’t like repeating my words”.

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'

I really have to look for a way out of here, I thought, as I slowly started running immediately, but they ran after me immediately. I stopped and tried to transform into my wolf but just then, I felt sharp objects piercing my body. My vision was blurry immediately, as I fell on the floor. I quickly tried to mindlink Hunter again, with my last strength, even though I knew I was already so weak, and my connection to him was also so weak, that he might not get my message, but I have to just try again and I blacked out. HUNTER TORRES POV I waited for my mate to return that night, all true, but there was no sign of her anywhere, and now it was morning.

“Now, what are we chasing?” Sophie pointed to the half-collapsed shed. “The would-be assassin crawled in there.” The humour dropped from Fintan’s face. His stance shifted, alert and ready. “Then let’s finish this.” They fanned out on instinct. Sophie straight ahead, Shiloh circling left, Fintan moving right. Sophie’s muscles still thrummed with leftover adrenaline from the rogue attack. Every inch of her felt wired. Her hands itched with the memory of claws she couldn’t risk shifting into. Her chest was tight around the weight of responsibility and the unborn life beneath her ribs.

“Because I have a secret technique!” Chase’s chest tightened, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes. “A secret technique?” ***

Nails left crescent marks in the skin. “I’m — shit — ” Marcus pressed their foreheads together. His breathing came in harsh pants.“Come on. Let go.” Ethan shattered first. His back arched. A choked groan tore out of him as he spilled hot and thick over Marcus’s fist, streaking their stomach. The sight of it — Ethan’s release painting their skin — pushed Marcus over the edge seconds later. He came with a low, guttural curse. Hips stuttering. Adding messy stripes to the mess already there.

I had an empty passenger seat and his text burning a hole in my phone. --- It was a crisp Saturday morning, and the energy of the alumni game was starting to peak. By the second period, I felt a rare sense of momentum, gliding across the ice with the puck tucked securely against my blade. With three minutes left on the clock, I was leaning into a sprint, my eyes locked on the net and the finish line in sight. Then, the world simply tilted. A blindside hit caught me mid-stride. There was the jarring, unmistakable crack of my helmet meeting the boards, a brief flash of impact, and then everything went quiet.

Mori, who was bustling around the counter setting out breakfast plates. "I can’t help it, sweetheart," Chase drawled, stepping closer until his chest almost brushed my shoulder. His amber-brown eyes sparkled with that familiar, wicked grin, and the silver chain around his neck glinted in the morning light. "You look fucking incredible in that tailored blazer. Fits those soft curves a whole lot better than those baggy sweaters you used to hide under." "Leave her alone, Chase," Karius grunted from the doorway.

He commanded attention without trying, every order crisp, every decision decisive. I stood with Scarlett near the edge of the field, pretending not to notice Chase’s gaze following me like a shadow. “He hasn’t stopped looking at you,” Skylar murmured. “I know.” “And Kaelric’s noticed.” I swallowed. “That’s not my problem.” She gave me a look. “It is when his hair’s starting to turn.” I glanced toward Kaelric. A thin streak of silver gleamed at his temple. My heart clenched. Chase approached later, flanked by two warriors loyal to his mother. He smiled like we were still on familiar terms.