Chase Looney Before Accident Novelas e Histórias

Suddenly, the van crashed into the rear of their car, causing Frank to hit his head on the steering wheel. “Aaaaahhh!” Lorain screamed in shock. “What’s going on?! Who are those people?! Why are we being chased again?!” Lorain asked Frank in fear. But Frank didn’t answer. Instead, he shouted: “Sh*t! Not again! Why today of all days—our wedding day?! They couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?!” Frank quickly called his men at Francy House to retaliate. He told them exactly where they were on the highway. Immediately, the guards left, leaving no one behind—except for Shane, who was still asleep.

Chase had his arms around me as he teased in an effort to lessen my worry but there was no helping it. “It's fine, I'll come too. Maybe we’ll find a lead that will fix some pieces together.” Although the latter part of my statement was true, he saw right through my first white lie because it sure as hell wasn’t fine. My anxiety had skyrocketed since Chase reminded me this morning of the Blood Moon Party which was only two nights away and although he had briefed me about Kylan’s letter the day after we made up, I had failed to prepare myself mentally for the upcoming party at Lunagrove.

Mirelle’s POV “Be careful, sweetheart. You will hurt yourself,” I called after my son, worry threading through my voice as I hurried behind him. Callan ran ahead as though the forest itself posed no threat, his laughter light, his small feet nimble against the uneven ground. “A bunny, Mama. A bunny,” he shouted. He stopped suddenly, pointing excitedly. “Wow. I have never seen a tree this big. Come see.” Moments later, another cry followed. “A deer, Mama. Do you want me to hunt one down?”

His shoulders were hunched as he leaned forward onto the bar counter. “It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it.” Chase said. Lance’s blue eyes glittered but he blinked a few times. “No, I need to tell you.” He looked away from Chase for a minute. “From what we heard a drunk driver skipped the intersection and crashed into Heather’s car. Chrissie wasn’t wearing her seatbelt at the time, and she went through the front window.” “Jesus…” Alexander cringed, imagining the tiny body hurtling through the air.

My heart stumbles. I’ve been out for three whole days? Memory claws inside me now. Blurry. The night we had dinner. Seeing Marv Bowman. Me stumbling out of the restaurant. The roof top. Standing so close to the ledge. Almost jumping off. Chase's voice, urging me not to jump. And then collapsing in the car, on our way back to his house. "Stay with me, Kitten..." Chase's voice filters into my memory now, urgent. Afraid. "Drive faster, damn it!"

Chase said, slamming the door. “Nice ride,” he shouted, clearly excited. It was a … Bentley? Hell if I know. It was black and expensive. That’s all I knew. “I uhm, I forgot to take off the ring,” I whispered. “Holy crap mom! Is that real,” Chase yelled, leaping forward. I blinked, trying to catch my breath. I suddenly felt like one of those little brownie people from the movie Willow. Teeny … tiny. With this massive rock shining brightly.

Wren Sinclair gave the Ashworth Pack five years of loyalty, love, and quiet endurance — and it still wasn't enough. The moment she finally becomes pregnant, her husband returns from war with another woman carrying his child, and the pack she sacrificed everything for turns on her without hesitation. Betrayed, humiliated, and abandoned at her lowest moment, she disappears into the night carrying a secret no one will ever get the chance to take from her. Six years later, she isn't Wren anymore. She's Vera Ashford — cold, brilliant, and untouchable, the CEO of an empire that spans both human and werewolf worlds. She has buried her old life so deep that even her own reflection barely remembers

I am going to end this right now. "You are so stupid, Christopher. You think killing me would end everything?" He laughs, spitting blood. "Were you this foolish before or have you become so after that accident?.." That's it! Before he could say anything I pull the trigger and the bullet pierces through his head, splashing a few blood droplets over my face. "CHRIS?!!!" Max screams beside me in shock, but it's too late. I didn't even realize that he was standing here.

he smiled but I was shy "ah mo~mmy what happened to daddy?" I said something. "we got an accident" "po?" "Zack and Zary, me and his dad" "all of you?" he smiled "yes, their daddy was more satisfied than the three of us," "what happened?" "a truck lost its grip and crashed into six cars and three of us in that parking lot, zach and zary is only 18 years old at that time" "po?" so that means it's been a long time?

The last thing he could clearly recall was someone familiar shouting his name, and after that, his mind had gone completely blank. The face that he could remember brightly smiling was growing pale by each passing second while she laid on her arms. When he failed to notice that incoming car, he did not expect that she would come out of nowhere to push him out of the way only to end up this way due to her hasty decision. Blood dripped down from her forehead while he tightly hugged her figure. He wasn’t able to think straight at that moment. The only thought running in his mind was that he wouldn’t let go of this warmth.