Chase Looney Before Accident Novels & Stories

The room seems to tilt slightly, the air growing heavier as I process his words. “And?” I say, my voice steady only because I force it to be. He hands me a file, his expression unreadable. “The report confirms it was an accident. There’s no evidence that Ms. Hartman did anything to cause it. In fact, the hospital records show she was in distress for days leading up to it—likely due to stress.” I stare at the file in my hands, the words blurring together as guilt slams into me like a freight train. It was an accident.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and leaned back into her seat, unfazed by his rejection. The driver started the car, and a tense silence filled the space. Stephen stared out the window, his thoughts consumed by Alena. Was she safe? Was she okay? Anxiety gnawed at him—he needed to reach the party as soon as possible to keep track of her. Moments later, the car rolled to a stop in front of a grand mansion, heavily secured and swarming with media. Camera flashes flickered like lightning, and the sound of reporters chattering filled the air.

It was Andrew's turn to wave a hand at my frozen face. When I didn't respond, he sprayed water at me from one of the garden spray bottles littered in the place. "What the hell, 'Drew?" I spluttered. "Just be glad I didn't slap you. So, who was it?" I can feel an oncoming headache on top of the stress of meeting with Vincentio Longoria. I put my fingers on my both my temple. "Loan shark."

The tables appeared to be full, and I couldn't see an empty place reserved in our faculty that wouldn't attract any attention. Because my mind was wandering to where we should sit, I didn’t notice that I was about to bump into someone. It was all too late when I saw her and the two of us collided already. Because maybe we both don’t pay attention to where we’re walking on, the impact of our collision was so strong that I lost my balance and fell to the ground. While the one I bumped into, her friends seemed to have stopped her before she completely. I turned my gaze to Renjo and Mace, both of whom were staring at me with wide eyes in shock. “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!”

Chapter 62: She Wanted to Play, That’s Why "WHAT just happened?!" Hunter asked in a staggered tone after they woke up from a long, deep sleep. Chase was still in the middle of shock that was why after he woke up, he couldn't even manage to speak. Then, Loraine on the other hand went inside her mind while trying to organize everything that was shown to her—the truth about that night during the black soul's second life's twentieth birthday! The truth about what Shiro and her saw!

I couldn't hold back the tears that welled up. Eden, his usual enthusiasm replaced by concern, whispered, "He'll be okay, Heaven. We're here for him." Daven added, "We'll figure this out together." Chase stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "What... happened?" I squeezed his hand, relief flooding over me. "You collapsed. We brought you to the hospital." A weak smile played on Chase's lips. "Guess I can't escape the chaos, even in paradise." Eden chuckled softly. "You scared us, man. No more collapsing without warning, okay?"

And after the hell I went through earlier this week, I deserve a little happy, damnit. I suppose that being swept away to Chase’s packhouse after the accident garnered a lot of attention, because when Nessa showed up to check on me the following day, all five Lunas stormed the packhouse with her. I’d already healed up except for a few minor aches and pains, but they fussed over me nonetheless- and going from feeling completely alone before the accident to being surrounded by so much support had me shamelessly eating it up. As expected, Fallon and Serena probed me for details on what was going on with Chase, but in the spirit of letting go, I just laughed it off and kept my responses vague. I

There would be traffic cameras if he were to choose to take the freeway, and the owner of other vehicles would have called the police in time if there was an accident. ‘Now, judging from what Nolan just said, the truck driver must have fled the scene, either out of fear of being held accountable or because he was the one who deliberately caused that accident. ‘This is a critical period, yet such a huge change occurred in the Chases in just a few days. This is extremely unfavorable to the Chases.’ Nolan lifted her jaw at that moment. “Are you full?” The question caught Maisie off guard. Seeing his scorching gaze, she quickly sat upright, lowered her head, and started eating. “Nope, I’m not fu

But the moment my eyes landed at Chase, in one snap, I was able to swim right on the shore. “We need you…Ace needs you,” he held my hands tightly, and that was when I woke up back to my senses. I nodded slowly before he grabbed my hand and dragged me out of there. My mind was still flying somewhere else. I didn't know how I arrived at the hospital. All I know is that I was with Chase all the time. “It was an accident based on the policemen. There was a truck involved but they didn't find the driver, it was empty. Your brother has a lot of injuries, especially his right feet. It would take him some time to heal and be able to walk normally.”

(Natasha) Brenda never calls me. Brenda emails. Brenda schedules. So when Brenda's name lights up my phone in the middle of the afternoon, I know it's bad before I answer. "Chase collapsed in the board meeting." Her voice cracks. "They've taken him to St. Jude's. They suspect it’s a cardiac episode." I don't remember the drive. I remember parking badly, and a security guard starting to say ma'am, you can't stop there, and me rushing past him like he didn’t exist.