Blurred Lines Chase Novel Novels & Stories

she held her spinning head and her vision started to blur and everything went black as she heard Chelsea shouting her name and calling Enzo inside. ------ Tabby

He pointed to the plastic flower in a vase, in front of the class. "Nicolette, why don't you try and sketch the object?" He left me, to view others' painting progress. I gripped the pencil and started drawing frantically, fast long strokes with the precision ratio of length and width. God! I haven't done this in three years, not since Collin. Suddenly my vision became blurry. Then I threw the graphite pencil on the table, and quickly run to the third story window. Fuck it! I wanted to die! I had enough of this. I was done. I gave up. Then I felt a strong pair of arms grabbed my waist and pulled me in.

If time permits me, then 4 chapters. And yep, this is the book 2 of “Chasing his”. To understand this story better, read the first book. That'll help you how the story started. I appreciate everyone who reads this, and please don't forget to drop a comment/review. God bless! For updates info, reach me out on my social media. FB page & group: Author Praise Odulesi & Praise Fam respectively. IG: official_praise_ewa :-)❤️

"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.

Holding the tie, I closed my eyes and tiptoed. Either the fate played wicked keeping them apart or played virtuous bringing them together. It played until their souls chased each other. The End. ••••••••••••• TADAN! Ok, my book ends here. Thank you, my readers, for all your support :) I hope you people enjoyed it. H.LOCKHART.

I turned once, just once, and my heart stopped cold. Over fifty wolves poured out into the open behind me, closing the gap fast, hunting me down like I'd stolen something sacred from every single one of them. My pulse slammed against my ribs as I tore through the underbrush, branches clawing at my arms, my face, drawing thin lines of blood I didn't have time to feel. And somewhere beneath the terror, a colder thought surfaced, refusing to be buried — the way Chase had moved back there. Too clean. Too controlled. Almost *rehearsed*, like he'd known exactly which way I'd run before I did.

Because every trap, every cornered heartbeat, every flash of his presence—he was reminding me that the chase was only just beginning. Dante POV The sound of the crash was sweeter than any symphony. When her car spun out, tires shrieking against the pavement, metal crunching against the tree, my pulse hit a rhythm that matched the chaos. The chase—the frantic, thrilling game—was over. But the hunt? The hunt had only just begun.

Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading. I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me. Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is. I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.

Like a light of a single firefly banishing in the prey's mouth, his burning eyes were gone, and so was his grip, which was almost an inch away from my hands. Oswin was able to move him to the point where the bullets would have passed through, which should have been for the enemy. Chase hesitated when he got to his new place, but as soon as he did, three bullets hit his right chest in quick succession. Chase almost recoiled as the bullets hit his body. White, icy mist splattered from the gunshot. like a ball bursting inside after hitting a sharp and deadly bullet. My heart slowly disintegrated seeing his demise.

They're here and it's going to be one hell of a chase. The lights all burn out and darkness swallowed everything. A/N: I didn't realize anyone was reading Run, Camille, Run. I'll try to update that too. For now, I just want to focus on Cross.