Chase Elliott House Novels & Stories

Without waiting for a reply, I jumped into my car and followed the vehicle. The car led me to the outskirts of the city, to a desolate area with a rundown old garage. I parked at a safe distance and observed. Elina and Cassie stepped out, looking around nervously before entering the building. My instincts screamed that something was wrong. “What business could Elina have with places like this?” I thought. I observed the old garage and found my way in. "Jerry's just a scape goat, the one to be punished until you bow." That was my cue. I burst through the door, adrenaline surging.

Muffled shouts and the beam of a flashlight cut through the gap for a second before we were sealed in utter blackness. A single, low-wattage bulb flickered on overhead. We were in a narrow, dusty passageway that smelled of old brick and damp. “This leads to the carriage house next door,” Eleanor said, starting down the passage at a brisk walk. “A relic from a less civilized time. Useful, nonetheless.” “Whitlock knows about your evidence,” I said, my voice echoing in the tight space. “He’s here for it.” “Of course he is,” she said without looking back. “But he won’t find it. It hasn’t been in that house for years. It’s somewhere he would never think to look.” She glanced over her shoulder, a

Chase had somehow slick-talked his way into the hospital’s administrative archives, scoring Spirit’s home address after a little flirting with the clueless infatuated clerk on shift. With the information in hand, he drove over to her neighborhood, pulling his Mercedes-Benz up to the curb of a modest, slightly worn-down residential street. The sun was just starting to set, but whatever peace the evening had to offer was being ruined by a man screaming at the top of his lungs on the front porch of a small house.

I left him on the lawn, letting him speak to himself. I was bored that day so I decided to go to Louie’s newly acquired mansion. That meant, I had to go back to the lawn to ask Ed where that mansion was after I had entered the house. I was partly glad that he didn’t continue explaining me about the level of my dirtiness and exact reasons behind that one lick. “I know where Chase’s house is, but where is that pack house? Is that nearby?” “That’s in Rock Fall.” He gave me the full address. “Are you heading there now?”

Instead, he inquired, "Sir, do you want to head upstairs to see how Ms. Lodge is doing?" A playful glint danced in Elliott's eyes as he leaned against the car. "Nah, I won't. I don't want to scare her. I'll wait here." "You'll wait?" Ralph looked like he'd heard something earth-shattering. Elliott was going to wait for a woman? And a woman who didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary! Elliott ignored his astonishment and said, "Find me a place to live near Seraphine's, preferably right across from her. Ask her neighbor whether we can buy the place from them. I'll be working from Jeriton for some time."

he answered seriously. The two remained silent, their curiosity growing. Chase, on the other hand, let out a deep breath. His grandmother and Chelsea would be the first ones he would share his secret with. A few moments later, they arrived at their destination—a secluded property he had secretly purchased before. The house was quite large and surrounded by tall fences. Before entering, he ensured that no one had followed them. He had been doing this for days now, so he was getting used to it. Mirasol and Chelsea's eyes widened in shock when they saw a woman standing at the house’s entrance. She was smiling warmly and even waving at them.

Cadence was a force to be reckoned with, and Eliza realized she was going to have to get really creative if she was going to stop this Hunter from tracking her prey. When Elliott pulled into the parking lot adjacent to the hotel, the sudden stop of motion jarred Cadence awake. Blinking, she turned to look at him, not quite remembering where she should be. "You awake?" he said softly in his gruff voice. "Barely," she replied, still rubbing her eyes. "That was quick." "I actually drove the speed limit," Elliott replied, "Well, sort of. Maybe five or ten over."

She still shivered when she thought back to that day. 10th August 2019. That was the day when the tragedy of her life happened. Her father died. It had been a wonderful day. The weather was great. Eloisa was coming from school with Ethan. Ethan was talking about a funny thing that happened in his class. He told her that he would definitely be the first boy in his class in the upcoming finals. He was a brilliant boy but so naughty and playful that no one could make him sit down for a minute. As a result, his grades suffered though he was always among the top ten. When they arrived home, the main gate was opened. Her mother never left the main gate open. She frowned but did not think much of i

Pretending his presence didn’t take up more oxygen than it should. When we finally pulled into the driveway, the sun was melting into the horizon, painting the water liquid gold. The beach house was obscene—gray shingles, crisp white trim, wraparound porch dripping with hanging ferns, private boardwalk to the sand, infinity-edge pool that looked like it belonged in a magazine spread. Three stories of effortless wealth. Victoria clapped once as Dad killed the engine. “Isn’t it perfect?” “Perfect,” I echoed, deadpan. Chase grunted, grabbed his duffel from the trunk, and headed inside like he was already mentally mapping escape routes.

Sunny barked from time to time, adding to the cheerful chaos of the ride. “This… is Uncle Chase’s house?” Josh asked, wide-eyed in disbelief as they pulled in. His jaw practically dropped at the sight. The house was massive, surrounded by gardens—no, a full-blown estate. A large fountain gurgled near the tall iron gate, which had swung open automatically as Chase’s car approached. “This is Grannie Riana and Granddad Daniel’s house,” Chase said gently, ruffling Josh’s hair. “Come on, they’ve been waiting for you.”