Chase Amour Novels & Stories

I answered in a sleepy voice. "I love you. I can't wait to marry you tomorrow. Mrs. Aubrey Walker has a gorgeous ring to it," he replied, his words slurred. "Chase? Are you drunk?" I asked with a giggle. "No. Maybe… Okay, yes, just a little. But that doesn't change the facts of... The fact that I love you. You are Amazon... Amazing.” Chase hiccupped. “And I love you. Did I say I love you yet?"

My heart sank further. I took a deep breath, brushing my fingers over the delicate pendant that hung around my neck—the one my mother had given me on my eighteenth birthday. “Mom,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “I hope I can make you proud today.” The small chapel was filled with the soft hum of voices as guests arrived. I stood at the entrance, greeting them with a forced smile, the ache in my chest growing with every passing moment. Every time the door opened, I glanced up, hoping to see Damion’s familiar figure. But he wasn’t there.

She’s wrong about this in the same way she’s wrong about her own capacity to keep absorbing damage indefinitely. Which is to say, charmingly, and at her own expense. I close the folder and open my calendar. The Warren Global Foundation gala is on Saturday. Chase is the host. I doubt he’s slept properly since Natasha filed for custody. He’s going to stand there for four hours, in front of every camera in LA, holding a glass he keeps refilling because he won’t know what else to do with his hands. Chloe loves a charity event. Chloe in particular loves the kind of charity event where she can wear something fancy and ask famous people inappropriate questions.

The tastes of sweet and sour provide a comfort from the intensity of the club. She closes her eyes and allows the music to wash her and from across the room, she spots a tall, handsome man with an olive skin tone and Amber-colored eyes staring at her. He smiles and her tummy begins to dance with pleasure. "Is that Caleb?" Trying to fit the fuzzy picture on his dating site to what Caleb looks like in person, she says, trying to retain her cool. She can't get rid of the draw towards the stranger even though she is sipping her drink and should be completely immersed in the surroundings.

she cried out and i glared her. I stayed silent. Her lips curled, but there was no warmth in her smile. "It made me realize something, *mi amor*," she said softly. "I have never been loved."she sanged I snapped, "I don’t give a damn—where is she, Camila?" She inhaled sharply, her smirk faltering for a second. Then, she laughed. "Don't I look beautiful?" she whispered. "Aren't you going to look at me the way you look at her? Don’t you want to touch me, to want me?"

Amber's generosity never ceased to amaze me. "Thank you, Felix." When I returned to the table, I saw an opportunity. "I apologize for the interruption. That was regarding my mate's donation to the charity auction—several photographic works valued at around a million dollars." The network executives looked impressed. Charles raised an eyebrow, catching on immediately to what I was doing. "Your mate is Amber Chase, the photographer, correct?" one executive asked, leaning forward with interest. I nodded. "She runs Moonlight Photography. Very talented, though she's quite particular about me not interfering with her professional work."

We quietly talk with another another with the ocean as our backdrop, swaying with one another as music fills the kitchen. This…this is what I want. This is what love truly feels like. I now know what my parents experienced with one another. No longer am I the substitute that Soren hired all of those years ago. No longer am I the meek girl who is afraid to overstep boundaries. No longer am I the backup plan that people can use for their own advantage. Right here, right now, in this moment, I am simply Celia, the future Luna of the Werewolf pack, who is effortlessly in love with the Alpha King, ready to start the new chapter of her life.

Margaux is still furious when she gets home after her unexpected meeting with her twin at the mall. She immediately went straight to her room to calm herself down. “Argh! That loser!” She shouted out of frustration and threw her bag onto the bed. She couldn’t still grasp the situation that she had been in earlier because it was the first time she got rejected and the feeling was foreign to her. This is the first time that someone chose Tiarra over her that’s why she’s feeling agitated. She felt this was her first defeat to Tiarra. Because unlike before, she could easily get everything Tiarra had and always had her way of turning the tables in her favor.