Chase From Restart Novels & Stories

Bring it on. Chase pays for two buckets and when they are placed in front of us the game begins. “Birthday girl first,” Chase says to me wanting me to go first. Oh, okay I see what game he’s playing, and I’ll play it just this once. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he loses. “You asked for it,” I pick up a ring and take aim. It flies through the air, and it hits the bottle I was aiming for, bounced off it, and hooked on the bottle two rows behind it. Oh, that was so lucky.

My character turned the wrong way on screen and ran straight out of bounds. "Okay, that's it," Chase chuckled, pausing the game. He turned his head to look at me, a raised eyebrow showing his confusion. "Something is definitely wrong with you. You've been spacing out since you walked through the door. Is everything okay in your hostel? Or are you still stressed about exams?" "Everything is fine," I said quickly, gripping the controller tighter. "Seriously. I'm just a little distracted." "Clearly," Chase muttered, leaning back against the couch cushions again. He reached down and carelessly adjusted his junk through the sweatpants, pulling the fabric slightly to give himself more room.

Thinking of loan sharks striked fear through her heart. If they could be somehow free from them! The doorbell rang and she jumped in fright. It was past midday. Almost 3 in the afternoon. Who would come at such an odd time? With that though, she went to the front to open it. Ethan had also come out of his room curious to see who was at the door. Eloisa would not come at this time. Yoonah opened the door to her worst fear. The loan sharks were standing there. She silently led them inside. She had forgotten today's date. Ethan quickly went to call Eloisa. He knew her mother could not handle them alone.

I moved away from him and waited patiently while he linked up to my phone with the tracking software on his laptop. Once he verified the signal was being picked up, I sped off into the woods, this time I was able to move quickly following my own scent back towards where I had found her shirt two nights ago. Reaching it still took a couple hours, once there I paced around the area several times, so I’d leave a marker on the map I was making. I could barely scent her here anymore, it was too faint for it to make me feel that same pull I had felt before from the bond, but I did remember the direction I sensed her in. With nothing else to go on I gave into my instincts and just started running,

As soon as he realizes I'm still watching, he freezes, then quickly turns on his heel and takes off. I'm intrigued - Why is he trying to escape? My instincts tell me to follow him. I take off in a sprint, as I chase after the suspicious guy. My heart races with adrenaline as I gain on him. Thanks to my track days in high school, I'm able to quickly close the gap between us. I launch myself at him, tackling him to the ground. We both hit the pavement hard, the pain shot hard but I'm grateful that I'm able to catch him.

Mr Spence said, taking up a photo from behind him and showing it to Chance. After glancing at the picture, Chance's lips quivered. There was so much he had to ask. "How did you end up here in New Hampshire, from Detroit?" "Same as you, I guess. I moved. After going to jail for a few years, I turned my life around, came here and started my company with the help of my wife." Chance shook his head. “This is hard to believe. I mean, after all these years. Didn't you see me all over social media to know that it was me?"

For the first time since she left, my heart actually beat with purpose. Chase’s regret had finally turned into something else…. a desperate need. A restless hunger. A terrible fear. And a promise the world would soon feel: I will not lose her again. He had no idea he was already too late.

A lot has changed since the chaos ended. I’m once again managing my father's company. Papa is now resting at home, having fully passed on the business to me. Chelsea returned to the U.S. with Grandma Mirasol to finish her studies there. Chase and I are temporarily staying at the Sandoval mansion while our own house is under construction. Their home is much closer to our workplaces, so we decided it would be more convenient to stay there for now. Chase is now running TAC, as Papa Carlo has retired. He just travels back and forth between the U.S. and the Philippines now, enjoying his free time.

“I have my means.” Of course he does. It’s Chase Sterling. He probably has a team of hackers, forgers, and a personal tailor on standby 24/7. I want to laugh, and I almost do. But then the weight of it hits me. This is it. This is the clean break. The new name, the new face, the new life. The smile fades from my lips like mist in sunlight. “You don’t like the name?” Chase asks, his tone surprisingly gentle. “We can change it if you’d like.”

His eyes fluttered open, searching for hers, their pupils dilated and intense. "Jada," Chase whispered hoarsely. He ran a finger along her cheek and grabbed her neck, nipping at her collarbone, eliciting another moan. "I don't think you're fully aware of what you just did." With a smile, Jada's head fell forward, her chin colliding with his shoulder. A deep blush stained her cheeks, and she nervously giggled when she heard Chase groan. "Can you stop doubting me? It makes me feel horrible. I have been through hell and back, in a one-month coma... Am I not a fool if I don't use this second chance wisely?" She said, blowing a gentle breath against his neck.