Chase Stokes John B Novels & Stories

His grandson was only at stage one and became depressed as a result. Stoke was sad and angry about this. When Wren had his sights set on Chase and his group, and intended to take the position of Saint from Travis, Stoke was happy to see it happen.

"And you're going to be reporting to the anonymous Mr Jason Stokes?" "It seems so" Mr Jason Stokes was the only child of Mr Adrian Stokes, the founder of the Stokes enterprise, who took over after his father's terrible heart attack. "I'm jealous of you" Cynthia said "Don't be yet. What if I get there on Monday and everything was just a prank" "That is also trueee. What if someone is trying to play a prank on you. That idea didn't even cross my mind" "No matter what, whether it a prank or not I'm going there to see for myself" "I think that is a good idea"

At the far end sat Arthur Vance, looking immaculate in a grey suit, though the subtle dark circles under his eyes betrayed his lack of sleep. And sitting right beside him, looking like a vulture in a bespoke navy pinstripe, was John Kensington. Chase’s father hadn't changed, he was in his early sixties, with silver hair brushed straight back, hard grey eyes, and a cruel, calculating mouth that had spent decades viewing people as balance sheet entries. When Chase and I walked in, the quiet hum of conversation in the room abruptly died. John’s eyes flicked over his son, lingering briefly on the bandage over Chase’s eyebrow, before landing on me with absolute disdain.

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

The sparks of the mate bond were gentle and I admire it, it kept us at ease. We waited for a few more people to arrive. Only those close to the one being accepted usually attend the ceremony. Greg and Chloe had followed us out here, as had Nix's family. Bruce, Nix’s brother, and his group too talking to Tiffany. Soren and Cassie are here as well but kept their distance from us, I am sure that the mate bond is kicking their emotions too… I see that Cassie is not yet marked, that explains the distance. Nix was in the midst of those who were waiting. I hoped that their presence would help him stay calm.

I’m trying to push back all those pesky feelings of disappointment as I make my way to my car when I catch a scent on the breeze, immediately recognizing it and snapping my head up. I stop in my tracks when I see Chase’s big white Ford Raptor truck parked beside my little red car, the man himself standing behind it, leaning on the bumper as he puffs on a joint. The cherry blazes bright with his inhale, tendrils of smoke curling toward the sky. “What are you doing here?” I blurt, completely caught off guard by his presence. Chase blows out a cloud of smoke, flicking the joint away as he bares his teeth in a menacing grin. “You said you get off at eleven. Thought I could help with that.” He wa