Chase Looney Before Accident Novelas e Histórias

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.

Only then did she realize how relaxing life could be when she stopped chasing love. The next day, Zoey was hit with shocking news. That Casey man had met with a car accident outside his supermarket. A car had rammed into him, sending him flying more than ten meters away, and he'd died on the spot. His wife had even dressed in all white, stood outside the Jenner construction company with his ashes, and wailed that Robert had ordered a hit on Casey.

Gemma said, “You know, it’d help if we recorded the buck-off times.” “Good idea. There’s a notebook in my bag.” Bull number five leapt out of the chute like a two thousand pound ballet dancer and Chase went flying like a trapeze artist from Cirque du Soleil. He rolled to his feet after he landed on his shoulder. Dust followed behind him, à la Pigpen from Peanuts as he moseyed to the fence. Ava snickered, until she zoomed in on Chase’s pained face. He was hurt. But that wouldn’t stop him.

Before I could stop myself, I typed: "Interesting how some she-wolves are so fragile they can't even see a photo without falling apart. Meanwhile, others endure actual hardship with grace. #JustSaying" I hit send before I could reconsider, then immediately regretted it. This wasn't professional. Ms. Chase wouldn't approve. But within seconds, Lucas Blackwood had replied with a laughing emoji and: "Drive safe tonight, Liam. Don't get hit while waiting at a red light. Some drivers are so distracted these days." I stared at the message, confused at first, then understanding dawned. He was referencing the car accident involving Ms. Chase and Melissa—the one where Melissa had supposedly been hit

--- Chapter Twenty-Two The press labeled it the New Dawn. They painted murals of my mother and whispered stories about how her daughter had undone decades of control in a single night. But reality wasn’t as poetic as they wanted it to be. Scarlett’s body had vanished. One moment she was sprawled on the gravel, her systems fried. The next—gone. No trace. No trail. Not even a heat signature. And Liam couldn’t stop pacing since. “Too easy,” he muttered, pacing the length of the safehouse living room. “It’s never this easy.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks, clouding my sight. I ran even faster, determined to flee from that loathsome pair who was chasing after me relentlessly. Behind me, Chloe screamed in frustration, "Kayden, catch her, don't let her run away..." From the Rosenburg family to the main road, there was only a short distance. But my vision was blurred with tears, and I failed to notice a Spyker car barreling toward me until it was too late. CRASH! The car slammed into my already-injured forehead, making me feel like my head was splitting in two.

By the time they got to the hospital, the whole car was overflowing with blood and Scarlett had lost consciousness again. Even without traffic and with how good of a driver Ryan was, they almost got into an accident multiple times as Liam kept slamming his hands against the back of Ryan's seat, urging him to drive faster.

Security rushed forward instantly trying to block them. But it was chaos already. Absolute chaos. I kept walking anyway. Barely breathing. Barely functioning. My wedding dress dragged against the snow while tears blurred my vision completely. The worst part wasn’t leaving him. The worst part was knowing I still loved him while doing it. My phone started vibrating nonstop before I even reached the car. Notifications exploding endlessly. Videos. Posts. Headlines. “WEDDING DISASTER IN SWITZERLAND.” “KIARA MITCHELL LEAVES LEO WILLIAMS AT THE ALTAR.”

Silas uttered with a low tone. “It's late. By the way, what do you expect from a sparsely populated area?” I spoke. “Hmm,” he expressed Suddenly, someone came out of the adjacent direction and fired a bullet into the air. Silas reduced the speed of the car and approached him gently. Who could that be?! As we drew close, with the car headlights shining on the person; we recognized him. I and Silas exchanged glances before yelling. “It is the criminal!” I called the manager of Daisy Club and requested that his security guards should follow after us. I also informed him that the criminal we are searching for is blocking our path.

The chasen chased after her as behind them the tank hit the ground and exploded spilling gallons of water everywhere. It caught up to her and grabbed her by her hair, hair that she had tied into a pony tail, and threw her forward by it. Molly flew and hit into the front of the crane truck that was parked on the opposite side of where the other machinery was; hitting her back against it, cracking the windscreen and dropping to the ground.