Chase Elliott House Novels & Stories

Friday I arrived at 8:00 with no middle name. Elliot’s house was a dark-wood bungalow on a quiet street I had driven past years ago on the way to Theo’s childhood bedroom. That irony didn’t get a vote. He opened the door in a black sweater, looked at me once, and said, “Inside.” The lock turned. No receptionist. No clock. No white-noise machine covering what we were about to do. “Dress off,” he said. “Now.”

"And your girl has probably been dreaming about this since she was five. So don't be a selfish ass." Of course, Ma was always right. At least there was the honeymoon to look forward too. He grinned like a cat. She would love where they were going, he thought. The Cayman Islands for a blissful three weeks. No court, no idiots to defend and definitely no Mason Pritchard. Chase loved Mason, but lately he's been around a little too much. He stopped in front of their house in Staten Island. He'd bought it six months ago when he asked her to marry her. He had the five bedroom house custom built especially for Amanda. He wanted to fill those bedrooms with a horde of little Wards running around the

“I don't think I will be back tonight, I have to babysit my boss." Millie's eyes lit up that instant but before she could start running her mouth, I sent her a warning glare. *** Chase’s house looked like it had been pulled straight from an architecture magazine. It was sleek, minimalist, and screamed expensive to make me question my life choices. Rubbing my cold palms together, I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. I was going to ring the bell again after waiting for a few minutes but the door creaked open and Chase poked his head out.

Shane’s POV “That’s it,” Chase pointed at the dilapidated building opposite the street as we parked at the curb. The house was in the quiet residential part of town. I could understand why the family could have gone missing for an entire week without the neighbors finding out. The neighborhood was more like an estate where everyone minded their business.

An intimidating, angular modern masterpiece with a fountain smack in the middle of the drive? What greeted me met none of my expectations. My eyes roved over the tall, ornate Victorian house before me, and I found myself immediately charmed. With its pale blue, shingled siding and white gingerbread woodwork, the house was every little girl’s dream come true. Lucas Elliott, mogul of business, family tyrant, lived in a dollhouse. The thought distracted me just enough to get me out of the car. Gripping my purse tight, I stood frozen to the cobblestone walk. Somewhere in that big, pretty house, was Jack. What would I say to him when he opened that door?

I close my eyes, trying to push away the thought of that. I had planned a weekend away with Elliot, and I would take care of him and make him fall in love with me, more than before. I would propose to him again, and we would just chill, the two of us, without anyone else to upset or disturb us, but right now, all those plans have gone down the drain, and I can’t even think about it. Around two hours later, we stopped in front of a big house. I look around, and there’s a massive black gate. Theo speaks to the buzzer, and the gates open. I can see the house, and it looks like a small palace. It’s unbelievable.

“I will.” After listening to Myra using such a gentle and tender tone to speak with Tony while instructing him softly, Elliot had the sudden urge to have a relationship with a woman too. As for the woman I want… The figure of the woman, who was as enthusiastic as a puppy last night, popped into his mind. His mood lightened suddenly when he thought of how cute and sweet she was. Soon, they arrived at the Stark Residence. Myra was just about to get out of the car when she suddenly thought of something, so she turned around to look at Elliot. “Young Master Elliot, do you have business ties with the Chase Group?”

Chad said, "Okay!" At night, Elliot drove to the old mansion. It was part of his estate. It was pointless to mention it since this was always his home. He had spent most of his childhood there. However, after cutting ties with Henry, he had never returned since. At that moment, this mansion belonged to him once again. He walked to the main door and inserted the key. Suddenly, a pungent smell wafted over!

CHASE ************** Five Years Later **************** “Hey, take it easy!” I growl out as Fallon and Gray’s twins race past me, nearly knocking the tray of burgers out of my hands. “Sorry, Uncle Chase!” their daughter calls over her shoulder, though she doesn’t slow down in her pursuit of her brother as he weaves between the people gathered on the back lawn of the packhouse, darting around them in an effort to escape her. He almost succeeds, too, until Brock and Astrid’s daughter, Sloane, jumps between her parents to block his path, her curly hair bouncing and a mischievous grin stretching her lips.

he mess with her. “Oohh it’s me now I see ..” she joked. They continued on flirting and throwing little jabs at each other until she had to go back to work. And he headed over to see his friends. Chase and Elias both had money.. just like Quinn and the rest of them did. But out of all of them… you could tell it most by looking at Chase’s house. He lived out from town pretty far on a huge hill. The term “rolling estate” came to mind when he thought of Chase’s home.