Blurred Lines 1 Chase Novels & Stories

I rushed to the back, but where I could still be seen in the photo. And because I ran, I bumped into the person next to me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, and spared the person a quick glance. The person happened to be someone I felt overly familiar with, so I had to take a second glance. The camera flashed, signalling that a shot had just been taken. I froze for a moment, staring at Sky as he stared back. “Clumsy,” he rolled his eyes and looked forward. Me? Clumsy? What the heck? Mistakes happen!

Chase moved and his body blocked the penetrating gazes that landed on me. I observed the two women that was seated in the chairs. One of them was a woman that was well maintained. Her skin had little to no wrinkles. There was just faint crow lines around the corners of her eyes. The tiny lines did not diminish her elegance and aura at all. Her lips was a pleasant peach color. Her eyes was a shocking blue. She resembled Chase a lot. No, Chase resembled her a lot. It was obvious that this was his mother. The other woman was significantly older than Chase's mother.

Chase got down from the car and rush into the clubhouse, It was crowdy and he tries to look for Calista or Rowan but he couldn't see any of them. He walks through the crowd and looks at all the girls he say dancing but he couldn't see her. Chase grind his tooth in anger, he's so going going to kill Rowan for bringing her in such place. He turn and walk out of the clubhouse.. Music was playing so the place is too loud to take phone calls.

Chase's unconscious and depleted body toppled to the ground in a heap of blood, sweat and tears. "Thank you, friend!" I whispered, running my fingers under Chase's eyes to remove the blood from his skin. Tears ran down my cheeks seeing him so weak and vulnerable. Leaning in to press my lips to his forehead I steadied myself for the trials ahead, knowing if I wanted to save Chase, my friends and family I had no choice but to play Astaroth's twisted game.

Finn snorted. Chase rubbed the back of his neck. “Everything… stable?” “Yes,” I replied. “That was not reassuring.” “It was factual.” He sighed. “You really do remind me of him.” “I am aware.” Finn grinned. “She’s nicer.” I considered that. “Marginally.” Chase hesitated. “You’re not… seeing anything, are you?” “Do you want the honest answer or the comforting one?” He winced. “Honest.” “Yes,” I said.

, Daniel spoke and breathed deeply. Daniel felt bad when Neil and Arjun both saw the colorful headlines of Chase with a model. Chase stared at the picture of himself and a blond model coming out of a nightclub, claiming that they were in a relationship and already engaged. Chase crushed the newspaper lifted his head and blinked severally. It was his innocent Chasey-baby look but Daniel shook his head negatively and then looked at Zane. "Very long speech, poor Almighty King", Zane was enjoying the drama but his happiness didn't last long.

Ava grins at my gesture and pulls out a chair for herself too. "What would you like to drink babe?" I drawl at Blaze and she gives me a look that says —'are you nuts?' Probably I just need an escape plan else I bask in the claws of Raleigh. "You are his girlfriend?" Raleigh asks Blaze and I squeeze her hands underneath the table, wordlessly begging her to play along. I sigh when Blaze pulls off her charming smile. "Hi I'm Bliss. . Bliss Carnap and you are?" "She is Raleigh, Raleigh Lockwood. . my highschool mate" I offer.

I force my mouth away from his so my eyes can have access to the beautiful pecks that’s finally shown to me. O hot damn… Chase is a god. A fudging god! His tanned and so, so toned. Every muscle you can see and as the buttons become less, they reveal more. More magnificent mouth-watering muscles. He has eight freaking perfect blocks, my hands actually able to lightly trace the gorgeous dents. The muscles lead downer, creating a perfect V-line that is stopped by his jeans. O, how I need access to what that v-line is leading to. When I look up, his starring at me – his eyes dark and filled with lust.

The red bleep is getting bigger which means I’m getting closer, thank goddess for that because I’m getting less and less patient. My limp eases off a bit which I’m grateful for as I try to jump over a fallen tree trunk. How does no one look at this shit show Forrest and think hmmm I should probably get this tied up. As I land on the other side of the truck I wipe my hands on my jeans. Now there’s fucking moss too. That’s great , that’s just great. All I’m missing is a bird to take a shit on my head and I can call this a roaring success. The bleep is at its biggest now but I can’t see anything. She’s thrown the phone but would she have been smart enough to..... I bring up her profile on the H

The news article was titled “Animal attack or mass murder?” When Carmine saw the pictures the news crew had captured, he calmly connected a USB cable to his phone and sent it to the projector on the ceiling. It displayed the images on the screen, and many gasped at the scene, including Ventura. His finger went under his necktie, and he nervously pulled it away from his throat. Curious.