Chase Adams One Tree Hill Novels & Stories

Folks!! I missed an updating day! I'm so sorry to do this to you guys, but there will be NO updates the next few days for 'Chase.' I sat down yesterday and looked at the chapters to post, and I just... wasn't happy. In an effort to give you guys the best story possible, I'd like to give it a couple days and rework the ending that is in the pipeline. I don't want to be "that" author that takes a random hiatus, but it is more important to me that I give Rose and Liam the ending they deserve than just post a lackluster ending. Trust me, with the stuff I drafted yesterday, I think you guys will agree.

It would be pointless to use up all his energy on these three nobodies. "I'll head into the deeper end of the mountain range first," Chase said quietly to himself. He went along a small path that led inside and began to run speedily. After 15 minutes, he arrived in the deepest part of the mountains. Chase could see a huge ancient tree at the end of his view. Its leaves were so thick that the sunlight could not shine through. He detected great medicinal properties near the tree. The look in his eyes turned sharp, and he immediately ran toward the tree.

I needed to plan how to find out his past. -- Driven by curiosity and determined to uncover his past, I agreed to work as his secretary. This way, I might find clues, and I'd also have my own money instead of relying on his grandma's. So here I am, stuck in the backseat of Kaizer Vincent Chuena's fancy car. Of course, he's rocking his signature irritated poker face. After weeks at the Chuena mansion, I'm convinced everyone in that family is allergic to smiling, except for their grandma.

My name is Mia Moss, and I've been in love with the Adams Carter for awhile. My mum worked as a maid for him and had been working there for over two years. When I go over to the his house, I would catch Adams staring silently at me. Adams was thirty years old and he was the CEO of a top rising car company. He barely ever said a word. But when he spoke, he never dared repeated his words. At first, I thought I disgusted him because I couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face. Other times, I thought I had a terrible body odour. I found myself changing my soaps and perfumes.

Deep down, I felt so bare and saw as memories of us having sex played through my mind, causing a small amount of electricity to course through me. “Not bad.” Xander finally let out the second I was done, and I clenched my teeth angrily. The CEO himself had read this proposal, and he loved it, so how could this Monster with horns not be impressed? “I believe it needs something more, but we can talk about it over dinner.” Alpha Lee was sitting close to the edge of the chair now. I wouldn't blame him, and we were running out of cash due to his endless dating scandals with ladies twice his age, most of them were married. “Is that a yes, Mr Evans?”

And this was what I could gather from it. This was Lin's third time to work as an assistant. She was a corporate worker before changing her career to be her boss' assistant and then working a virtual assistant as she pursued her education. Now that she was graduated, she wanted to return to work in the field. As for Inde, she was a regular maid once before she was trusted with more work. And this was also her third time to be a house manager. Oh, I also used this chance to clear my situation that I was not yet legally married to Wyatt and introduce my son so they could interacted to each other before Addison took them away to explain more details.

he asked Ashley. “Celine is my friend. You?” Ashley asked. She looked comfortable in their conversation. “Lance is my cousin.” Hunter says in response. Ashley had to excuse herself because someone called her phone again. Lance moved to my side. “Celine, this is Hunter. My cousin is on my father’s side.” He formally introduced his cousin. Hunter extended his hand to me. “Hi, it’s time to meet you.” He said formally. I took his hand. “Nice to meet you, Hunter.”

But then, he paused abruptly and turned back to face me with a small, expectant smile now playing on his lips. “Excuse me, Miss.” He said, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “If you won’t mind, can I take a selfie with you? My wife is your biggest fan. She works for a media house too and says you’re her role model.” I furrowed my brow tighter, feeling even more lost than before. “I… I don’t know.” I managed to paste a small polite smile on my lips. “I think you’ve got the wrong person…” “Aren’t you Sienna Blake?” He asked me and I nodded in confirmation. “The creative director of the Montogomery Holdings’ recent marketing campaign?”

Not perfect, not entirely at ease, but better. The office is quieter now as I make my way toward the parking lot, my bag slung over my shoulder. The air is crisp as I step outside, the cool evening breeze brushing against my skin. I exhale slowly, feeling the weight of the day begin to lift. Then, I see it. My steps slow, my heart sinking. Lyle is standing beside his car, a bouquet of white lilies in his hands. The soft glow of the streetlights casts a shadow over his face, but I can still see the tension in his posture, the way his grip tightens around the flowers the moment his eyes meet mine.

Chloe did her very best to lighten the atmosphere. “Why are we doing the most unnecessary things now?” Tasha grumbled. “I'm Chloe Mayfield and I'm twenty years old . I enjoy making new friends, nice to meet you both,” she beamed as she introduced herself. “I'm Joanne and I'm twenty-three years old,” I went along with it. I chose not to mention my surname so I wouldn't be recognized. I didn't want people knowing my true identity. “And I'm Amara and I'm also twenty-three. I forgot to mention that I and Joanne are best friends,” she added as if marking her territory.