Chase Elliott House Novels & Stories

Elliott asked. Zoey wanted to annoy him before, but then she looked into his eyes and just couldn't bring herself to do so anymore. Dang! He was so cute. "Yes, it does. It's really really great," she said with a smile. She moved closer to him. "Good morning. But really, where is this place?" She asked again. "Where are at my house," Elliott replied with a smile. "Don't worry it's not far from the pack house mansion. I do come here occasionally to relax."

This has got to be interesting, “What happened?” Chase inhales, then he says, “The offer got accepted.” I blink, confused about what he is talking about, “What offer?” There’s a pause on his end, then he lets out his excitement, “The house.” My eyes widen. No. No. NO. “The mansion where we had our winter formal?” Chase laughs, “Yes.” I practically yell down the phone. The twins look alarmed. So I mouthed to them, “Proposal.” Immediate silent screaming all around. I stand and walk outside, “You got it?!”

With the last customer out the door, I collect my belongings, lock up the bakery, and prepare to get ready for the night's party. Avery and I arrive at Kalix's house, which he shares with Max and other housemates. It's a spacious two-story brick dwelling with a sizable driveway that can accommodate four cars with ease. The driveway is currently packed, a clear indication of a thriving gathering. The sound of loud music emanates from inside, seeping through the sturdy walls. "I thought you said it would be a small gathering," I mention to Avery as she raises her hand to knock on the door. She looks equally surprised.

Of course, the house had this as well. This house was so big with all the clichés attached to a big house right there. Chloe entered the grand entrance of the Elliot-Day Estate, her eyes widening in awe at the opulence that surrounded her. The marble floors glistened under the soft glow of chandeliers, and the walls were adorned with exquisite artwork. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of nervousness as she wondered how she would fit into this world of wealth and privilege. “Lol, that sounds funny even in my head. Impossible even.” She said, shaking her head as she looked around the place. Of course, someone that came from this kind of wealth would act like Zach usually does, all cocky and s

He couldn’t have been working that long with the family unless he was a genius. The tall buildings had disappeared from view and small residential homes and stores had popped up from the sides of the road. I sat up straight as I realized. “Wait. This is my place. Aren’t we going to search for him?” “Baby, he doesn’t hang around in your local diner. You’re right in thinking that he might be in another country, that's why I had men looking for him. For now, all we can do is wait.” He pulled up to the curb alongside my boutique. The store stood minuscule compared to the rest of the property so the river could be seen glistening prettily under the setting sun. I glanced to my side and noticed th

"Actually, I think it's nice" "Yeah, it is" I tell her and she smiles at me. "Thank you for being here for me, Stormy" She says and I smile. Do I even have a choice. If I'm not currently staying in their house, I'd be homeless. It's been two days since Scott's discharge and I haven't seen his break light. He hasn't even come to visit David for one day. "I'm happy to help Elle" "I'm glad. Thanks" She chimed before dabbing the pink pillow. Carter comes into the room with a bowl of cotton candies and I'm the first to dip in, with a giggle. Elle rushes to collect the bowl next.

He quickly glances at her and then back at the road. "If it is the problem of my future wife, it is your problem. I do not give up that easily, Belinda Morris. I have to warn you. I always get what I want," Chase says confidently. Before Belinda can answer, they pull up in front of her father's house. She refused to think of it as her childhood house.

“Thanks again. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded, giving her a warm smile. “Looking forward to it.” As she walked away, she stopped a little in front of Charles and gave him a burning gaze enough to send him the message, ‘I hate you’. Then she entered the passenger seat. ** The Chase estate loomed like a palace…grand, sprawling, and lit like a dream. Chandeliers glittered through tall windows, and the sound of a string quartet floated into the night air. Emily and Stanley stood at the edge of the driveway, staring up at the mansion that looked more like a castle than a home.

They devoured each other's lips, Hailey rocking against his body while his hands explored her body. Meanwhile, Natalie was busy with the media representatives, showing them the various rooms, inches, widths, breadth, nooks, and crannies of the large house in what appeared to be a media tour. She seemed quite happy to flaunt Chase's enormous, and expensive mansion. Glad Chase had extremely good taste, and did know how to spend good money, she announced, introduced and labelled each piece with pride. The media representatives seemed enamored, as they kept on capturing each moment in unrestrained awe.

Chase raised an eyebrow and said, “I said I don’t really drive. That doesn’t mean I don’t own a car. In fact, I’ve just gotten a Rolls-Royce Phantom from the car dealership. “As for having a house, it’s true that I don’t have one, but I do have a villa situated at No. 1, Imperial Dragon Bay. “For my savings, a hundred million is a little too low, isn’t it? I’m embarrassed to talk about anything lower than ten billion.” The look on Whitney's and her children’s faces changed. Rolls-Royce Phantom? Villa? Savings of ten billion? This guy was a rich man, after all. Whitney immediately became very friendly. She wanted to get better associated with Chase. That was when a sarcastic voice spoke from