Chase From Restart Novels & Stories

She touched my cheeks and kissed my nose. "You should be careful here, Tiarra. If you can, don't touch the things they possess. Remember our hands are unpleasant, they do not want to get stain from us. Do you understand what I'm trying to say, sweetheart?" Although confused, I nodded at her with determination.

Their parents were seated opposite them and stole frequent glances at them, still not satisfied that they were really there and safe. Chase couldn’t stop smiling. At last, they were on their way home and they can finally put all the bad experiences behind them. He was gifted a second chance and nothing will stop him from grabbing this with both hands. He planned to announce his engagement to Christine as soon as possible. Preferably after his operation to fix his busted knee. She has to choose the biggest, most beautiful ring money can buy. She deserved the best. Hell, he would give her the moon, the stars, the whole damn universe if he could.

Then make love to her until we both pass out from exhaustion. Pride keeps me rooted to the spot. Chase Warren doesn’t apologize, because that would require admitting I made a mistake. I’ll find a different way to fix this.

Shadow said. “Please, let's meet. If you want us to discuss it, let's talk alone. You have to tell me what I did to you that is making you like this. I know I have so many rivals out there, but none of them is as brutal and challenging as you are. It's just business. If you want us to talk about this thing, I will send you a location and will be expecting to see you there alone,” Chase said and hung up.

Chase walked out of his bedroom after getting ready, he had woken up twenty minutes ago after he got a call. He had woken up to see Calista sleeping next to him, she is sitting on a chair with her head on the bed and fast asleep. Chase didn't want to wake her up or disturb her so he just carried her to the bed and covered her with the duvet. He had just gotten a call from one of his men that the men Waylen gave the task of shipping the drugs across the country have been attacked and the drugs missing.

“I’m scared," Chase shoved her towards the door. “There’s no fun without risks, Gattina. No worries, no one will try to stop or catch you because they know of our little game." He looked at his wristwatch. “One minute is gone, and you only have four more minutes left for you. I'll wait here till those four minutes are over before coming after you. Save yourself, or you'll be mine here. You'll be trapped with me forever if you waste any time. Go," {"Kitten"}

I might have lingered a bit longer than I should have, but I couldn’t help it. "Darlin’, I suggest you get out of the car, now!" Jesse’s voice was panicked and way more high-pitched than it usually was. My eyes moved to the house where I found Chase charging at us. Rolling my eyes, I climbed out of the car, but even after I hopped out, Chase didn’t look like he would be slowing down. In fact, it looked like he was itching for a fight, so when he came nearer, I decided I’d give Jesse a head start. Stretching out my foot as he ran past me, he tripped and went hurtling through the air, landing on the ground and rolling a few times before finally coming to a stop.

Chase woke up to the violent buzz of his cell phone. He stretched his hand to grab the phone but before he could get a hold of it , he noticed something quite usual and off. He closed his eyes and opened again, then now he felt more awake and ready to start the day. Just then, his ears heard a sound. A faint sound, yet undeniably the sound of an angry mob. Just as he started to see a clearer picture of what was happening, he hurried out of his bed and shifted his gaze to the window.

“You might be onto something. This gives us another angle to investigate.” Chase took his phone back. “In that case, I’ll track down the person behind this article.” He then smirked. “Think of it as a little test for all the hacking skills I’ve been practicing. If I hit any roadblocks or get something wrong, you can step in and help.”

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms