Blurred Lines 1 Chase Novels & Stories

At least one good thing would come out of this evening, I would get through the night with the thought of undoing every last button of his with my teeth and making his body blaze with want when we got home. My carnal thoughts are shattered by a sharp finger snap. “Keep your mind blocked if all you’re going to do is tempt me with wicked promises that I’ll have to wait for,” Chase growled before taking my hand. “C’mon let's get this over with so I can find out how your lips taste with that fucking siren colour painted on them.” **

Noah read it and said nothing as he fliped his stick and rolled his shoulders once. RED - Line 1: Voss. Callahan. Morrison. WHITE - Line 2: Hayes. Chen. Ellis. The warmups started and Chase took the first lap like he owned the building. Fast and sharp. He cut inside hard on the circles, spraying ice and making sure Noah saw it. He slowed as he passed by Noah’s lane, close enough that he could smell the spearmint on his mouthguard. “Stay in your lane, newbie.” Chase said without looking at him. Noah did not respond, all he could hear was Coach’s warnings. He wanted to play.

Silas uttered with a low tone. “It's late. By the way, what do you expect from a sparsely populated area?” I spoke. “Hmm,” he expressed Suddenly, someone came out of the adjacent direction and fired a bullet into the air. Silas reduced the speed of the car and approached him gently. Who could that be?! As we drew close, with the car headlights shining on the person; we recognized him. I and Silas exchanged glances before yelling. “It is the criminal!” I called the manager of Daisy Club and requested that his security guards should follow after us. I also informed him that the criminal we are searching for is blocking our path.

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

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.

gripped my clutch so tight my fingers ached. Cameras flashed nonstop, catching Sebastian’s face in perfect focus. His smile was effortless, his stride confident. Everyone’s eyes were on him. And me? Invisible. “Mr. Banks, over here,” someone called. He didn’t bother turning. I fell into step behind him, heels clicking softly against marble. “Sebastian,” I said, hoping for even the smallest acknowledgment. “The Huang Group asked if you’d meet them tomorrow.”

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.