Chase Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I’m talking about how you made my friends remove me from the Gilder Group. You and I both know I created that group. You had no right to make them kick me out!" "Oh," Chloe said, her tone flat and unapologetic. She turned to glance at me. "Well, you got involved with a certain cursed human." She stared at me before continuing. "I stated very clearly that anyone who associates with her will be cast out. You got exactly what was coming to you." Chase trembled with fury, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. Then, all of a sudden, his eyes turned a glowing brown. "I’ll kill you!" he roared.

*** Walking down the hall of Sultan high with her two best friends, Amanda just couldn’t believe it was her final year in high school. She thought about everything she’ll miss. She took a stop at the school fame wall, watching herself in the picture holding the trophies she had ever won for the school. She remembered her glory days, how she had led her cheerleading team, the sultan’s flower through championship and claimed the price. But there was a lot on her mind, like the state championships coming up soon and other stuff she thought her friends won’t understand but most importantly, her forever crush, Jake Bush.

I look behind maybe there is someone behind me whom she is looking to, but I see no one. Err… is she looking at me? I wave my hands in front of her eyes. She blink then she continued to stare at me. “Hello?” I shyly said. Uhh, can’t she understands English? Ahh, right! Maybe she’s a Korean or a Japanese. “Annyeong haseyo” I greeted. Still no effects. “Konichiwa?” still no response. The heck, she’s cute but she’s creeping me out. “Oh? Sapphire, you’re there. I’m looking for your for like hours now,” girl said then she followed where her friend’s eyes is

"Yes" He swoops me off my feet grinning, twirling me around while I giggled. He places me back on my feet. "Good. Now let's go make babies" "What?" I laugh. THE END!!! I hope you enjoyed reading CHASING STORM as much as I loved writing it.Watch out for my next book, and if you haven't checked out my old ones, be sure to.

I said, rising to my feet. “Tell everyone in the Clubhouse, anyone who finds me Cicada, I'll grant a single wish no matter the magnitude,” I ordered. I didn't wait for further questions, I moved towards the elevator and Luka and Marble followed behind me. “I need Skylar…” Strigha growled inside my head for the seventh time as I headed towards the car. Luka and Marble drove in a separate car from me. No matter how hard I pressed the gear the car still felt like it crawled instead of running.

With that thought in my mind, I run before anyone can catch me. I don’t know how I find the strength, but I push past everyone and stumble out of the doors. Just when I think I am free, I crash right into him. Tristin. His arms go around me instantly to stop me from falling, but the moment I see his face, I recoil like I have touched fire. “ Don’t touch me… ” I whisper, taking a shaky step back, my hands trembling. He looks at me like he has seen a ghost. “ Grace, what are you doing? You should not be out here like this. ”

While Jason interrogated me, I opened the passenger door, yanked Kimberly out from the passenger seat, and tossed her onto the road. I then sat down in the seat myself. She was completely caught off guard. She crashed to the tarmac with a loud thud and let out a sharp cry of pain. Jason and Alex quickly rushed to her side, their faces etched with genuine concern as they helped her up. I swept my gaze across their faces and sneered. “I am the sole heir of the James Corporation. Who are you?

“Let go of me!” “Not until we talk,” he mutters, his tone unyielding. The murmurs and music from the banquet fade as we step into the quiet corridor. I wrench my arm, but it’s no use. “Lyle, this is absurd.” I snap. “Let go of me!” He finally stops, releasing me but positioning himself in front of me, blocking my way back. His expression is intense, his jaw tight as he seems to wrestle with whatever he’s about to say.

I whispered. My eyes searched his face for answers. “Yes but it’s probably my dog. It can be overly sensitive whatever it is, it’s not far.” I sighed quietly, releasing some of the weight in my chest. Leaning back, a dull ache built inside me the stress catching up. “Thank you I murmured, unable to look at him. Then A faint glow came from where I left my phone.I picked it up again. Another message. “You can’t run away from us. We’re getting you soon hang on.”

They were far-off echoes I could barely place anymore. "Daisy," a voice called out behind me. I turned, and my expression went cold. Carl was already charging toward me. I slammed the door, but he jammed his hand into the gap just in time. His fingers were crushed instantly, and the skin turned an ugly blue. He clenched his jaw, refusing to let go even as the pain twisted his face. "Just let me talk to you, please?" His voice sounded almost pleading. I froze. Was this really Carl?