Novel & Cerita Blurred Lines Chase Novel

VIENNA Chase blinks down at me, still out of his mind but slowly coming back into it. His knuckles are ripped open and dripping blood, and between the splatters of blood covering his face and the feral look in his eyes, he looks like a savage beast of a man, the mere sight of him enough to scare anyone off. I’m not just anyone, though. “What the fuck?!” I repeat, adrenaline pumping and heart pounding as I throw my hands up. “Are you crazy? That guy was human, he…”

she sighed. “I agree. And that’s why Chasing Kitsune is already doing so well on that app Forrest is posting to. People are really into the story. They want to know what happens. Unlike us, the readers don’t know they are still happily together.” I smiled. “Yeah. Though this all makes me wonder if someday people will want to hear our story.” she sighed.

I asked Callum. "You'll see in a second, sugarplum." He replied with a smirk, kissing my cheek. We found the seating, and saw around thirty people sitting, many with the same book in their hands. They were chatting quietly, waiting for the author. I instantly recognized the book as A Black and White World by one of my favorite author's Zara Jones. My palms began to sweat as we sat down in the back. "Oh my God Callum, I could die right now." I whispered in excitement.

When I still did not move, he removed it himself. When he saw it, he just stare at my eyes looking so confused. "What happened to your eyes?" I did not answer. He just stare at me. I feel like he's seeing my soul. "Did you cry?" He asked and that caught me off guard. My eyes widen due to it. That's when I know he discovered what happened to my eyes. "Why? What happened?" He asked. I still did not answer. Instead, he came closer, his lips coming near my eyes. Before I know it, he kisses both of my eyes. I stand still, my whole body is not moving. I feel like some electricity touch my body.

The handwriting is more or less scribbling, but I can clearly read everything. ‘We are not prisoners anymore. We volunteered.’ I frown at the sight of the whole thing. “Is this Beatrice's handwriting?” I ask Nova as I show her the book, and she nods at me. “It looks like hers, written in a hurry.” She says, confirming my thoughts. If Beatrice is the one who writes this, then she definitely walks into trouble knowingly. But why? Does it mean she isn't kidnapped? “Let's leave,” Nova says calmly. The second we head outside, she looks down at the floor, and we both notice the fresh motorcycle tracks on the ground, leading out of the compound.

Inside were three items: a leather journal, a USB drive, and a smaller sealed envelope. I opened the smaller envelope first. Inside was a check for ten million dollars made out to me, dated two days before Eleanor's stroke. The letter was in Eleanor's precise handwriting: Sophia, If you're reading this, I'm dead and you've won. Congratulations. You played the game better than I expected. The journal contains documentation of every crime Catherine Chen and I committed over the past twenty years. The USB has financial records, communications, everything prosecutors would need. I'm giving you the choice I never gave you before: destroy your mother or protect her.

He groaned before we both reached our climax, our bodies collapsed on the rooftops as our eyes went up. I know that I am where I ought to be, in the Beta's arms not in anyone else not even an alpha or being a Luna. THE END #Brake&StacySignedoff. Chasing his rejected mate~ Sylvia sly

I crack open the bottle, take a hearty swig, set it aside, and finally open my laptop to continue working on this closing chapter. Alright, let's see. The last time I left off, my character Luna (who's basically me in disguise) had just slammed the door in her ex-boyfriend's face after he, the cheating scoundrel, tried to win her back. Suppressing the familiar surge of emotions at this scene, I continue to narrate the next six months of her life—essentially mine—starting with this line: "I am the human equivalent of tangled headphones." I take another sip from the bottle before delving into the next chapter:

All he could do was stare in horror at Dax. “Funny and pathetic. You can’t even open your mouth, can you now, huh, Chase? Because the moment you let her out of your sight, you lost that fucking right.” “It was—” Bryce could taste his own blood on his tongue as he wiped it off his lips. He fucking deserved it. He could let him punch him again and again until Dax gave up if he could, just to turn back the time by five seconds. He wouldn’t let Clary out of his sight, and he wouldn’t allow her to follow the dog to the lake.

The sun would dip below the horizon, allowing the moon’s cool glow to illuminate our path through the night, and then the dawn would break as we continued tirelessly. Eat, run, sleep in short burst-that was the cycle through days that blurred together. All that mattered was devouring the distance as swiftly as possible. I led the charge at the head of the pack, my strides consuming the terrain. The wind whipped past my fur and I opened my muzzle to taste the changing scents in the air. With each mile, the stench of our enemies grew stronger. We were closing in. Soon their reek would overwhelm all else as we penetrated the borders of their lands. I could almost taste the bloodlust and battle