Chase X Jack Novels & Stories

Hi Lovelies, Many questions remained at the end of Grace and Tristin's story. How did Ethan kill Lily? Will Ethan stay in prison forever or return for Grace sometime in the future again? How will Grace and Tristin keep supporting each other in the future? To answer all those questions, I am writing a sequel for this story, "Haunting Love: Chased by my Ex-Husband." :) You can read the chapters in this same book right under this Author's note. Updates will be regular from tomorrow, so don't miss out on what's happening next! :)

Saws bit his arms and sparked against Guardian priority. "Move," Marcus growled. Jack moved. He did not charge straight. He had learned. Straight lines were edible. He stepped badly. Paused too long. Moved too early. Let old instincts and human imperfection break his rhythm. The Unhollow missed twice. On the third strike, it caught the interval between Jack's rage and restraint. Suddenly Jack was back in the Sterling dining room. Not memory. Offer. He saw Preston Vance touching Katherine's shoulder. Heard laughter. Felt humiliation crystallize into hunger.

“You sound tense. What’s happened?” “It’s Kelvin,” he said quietly. “He’s alive — but running. Darcy’s men are after him.” She straightened. “What? Jack, you told me he’d gone to ground—” “I thought he had,” he cut in, frustration under his breath. “He’s with Sean Harris now. They were ambushed near the docks. I think they’ve got something — something Evelyn Chase died for.” “Evelyn Chase?” Lilian whispered. “The murdered dancer?”

His suit and his position as a mayor screamed wealth and power, but Charleigh couldn’t see more than that, and she wasn’t attracted to him anymore. “I actually have a conference meeting with my brother and Kayden tonight,” she lied. “How do you know Chase?”

This was something deeper — something Xander wasn’t sharing with me. One hour later, I was on a private jet sitting across from Xander in a far too small space. The interior of the jet was a display of pure luxury—cream-colored leather seats, polished oak tables, dim lighting that cast an expensive glow. It was the kind of wealth I’d never seen firsthand before, and yet nothing bothered me more than Xander’s unblinking stare. “Relax, Beatrice,” he said, pouring himself a whiskey. “You seem like you are ready to jump out of the plane.”

"Good. Thanks, Zack, you can always be counted on.” "Never mind. I have to defend you. You can live your life normally again now.” Alex felt unsure about Zack's words. Normal life he said? Can not. He wouldn't be able to live a normal life if he hadn't been able to get Harper in his arms. But how? The road will be very winding to be able to take Harper back. Chase was no ordinary man. The man had a strong reputation on the board of economics because he was a good banker. He has been nominated as director of banking next year to replace the soon-to-be-retiring Matt Maverick. So... that guy must be just as tough as he is to keep Harper by his side.

Especially considering her behavior that annoyed him but tried to suppress it as much as possible. But... "ARGH!!!" The heat he felt right on his shoulder made him lose his balance. The pistol in his hand fell, including himself, who ended up sitting down. His eyes could only watch Gerald and Bella leaving with satisfied grins on their faces. "Damn it!" Jack cursed, trying to get up, but the pain in his shoulder prevented him from moving much. "Boss!" one of his subordinates said. "Chase them!" Jack ordered immediately. Unfortunately... it was all too late. The motorcycles they used as their getaway vehicles had already sped away.

We drove to one of the exclusive pubs downtown and once Jake showed his VIP card, which genuinely surprised me, we slid in. "How did you get a gold card, Jake?" "Sometimes, you forget that I come from generational wealth. Even if my inheritance hasn't been handed over to me, I have a huge trust fund waiting to be lavished by me." I sat back and watched as he ordered a few expensive drinks. I desisted from drinking so much but when constant thoughts about Sekani and how she intimidated and turned me on at the same time kept assaulting my mind, I let loose. I drank until I was unable to feel my belly.

While he knew that it was an honor to have had the opportunity and ability to forge such a connection with his leader, but the feeling of a neural link being established always made the inside of his skull itch. *What have you found*? The consternation in Xavier’s voice was as sharp in Jack’s head as it ever was in real life. *Well, since you only just left, we haven’t said two words to one another yet*, Jack replied, making sure Xavier knew just how much Jack would *not* appreciate frequent interruptions. *Although, I do sense a disruption in her.* *A disruption? Elaborate.* *I can’t yet, but it sure as hell isn’t the flu. She’s hiding something.* It was true that Jack would have preferred

“I thought you said nothing happened other than she drenched herself with her drink, and you offered to pay for her lunch?” “Yes, but she has my jacket. She offered to return it to me the next time we meet,” Jace explained with a proud smile. So that was his plan. To force a second meeting with Max. To what end, though, I had no idea. Jace leaned back in his seat, a wistful expression on his face. “I can’t resist a mouse playing hard to get. It’s like a challenge, you know? And that huntress, she’s got this mysteriousness about her that draws me in. Even though she’s not really my type, I can’t get her out of my head.”