Chase X Jack Novels & Stories

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.

Charleigh couldn’t say she was happy because she wasn’t, but in her heart, she was truly happy for him that he finally got what he wanted. The only wish she had was to be there to kiss the joy in his smile, to hear the pride in his voice, to see the twinkling of his eyes as he built his dream shop from scratch to reality, to feel the warm hug of his celebration, but she knew it was impossible. He had already moved on. “You’re making an excuse to avoid Chase. You know one day, you have to face him, right?” “I’m not avoiding him. And he and I have closure. Even Dax and I hadn’t, I still faced him with pride.”

someone said, with a tone of both nostalgia and eagerness. I could feel the change in everyone’s attitude. The stiffness of business talk melted away and was replaced by an undercurrent of thrill. These were people who had power as their daily breath and blood, yet sometimes the lure of a big, beautiful event was too strong, even for them. Xander leaned back a bit, his eyes flicking to me. Before he spoke, something unreadable registered in his eyes. “Beatrice.” I stiffened.

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.

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.”

"Either of you killed those people. Confess right now or I'll shoot you both." "Go on shoot me, Cotton-candy." His brown eyes had turned a shade darker, his jaw set hard. Did I even know this man? "I want the truth!" I said in a frustrated yell. "Here's the truth!" Jack snapped, keeping his eyes on me. "As soon as I got the text, I came here looking for your brother but he wasn't here, instead I found Dr. Aaron Shaw waiting here in the basement for me acting like a victim, the same way he's trying to trick you. Although, Shaw told me that Ken was the one doing the killings and that I should let him go." Jack turned his wrist to show me a deep gash. "When I didn't believe him, he tried to att

Mom said. I unheard the rest of the conversation and concentrated on the French toast. Chloe and Laura left early in the morning, they had some errands to run. And Jenna and Sam stayed behind, who were currently sending evil glances to the particular guest. They all knew of her hunting adventures around the world. Adventures of men hunt. Famous and rich. And this habit of hers had Chloe lose her high school sweetheart to her. "How is your training going?" Alex asked, cutting on his pancakes and taking a bite.

He has been hurting more than I expected, and I think I was beginning to understand him now. "I got into a lot of trouble, but Jack was always there to pull me out and clean up my mess. I used to be friends with Chase. He was involved in a lot of shit, and somehow, I mingled with him and his trouble, even when Jack warned me to stay away from people like Chase, but Angelo and I were too frivolous to heed; after all, he was there to clean up our messes. I wish I could turn the hands of time; I would have done things better." He dipped his chin low, his head bowed. "Long story short, Chase and I got into trouble. It was actually Chase's trouble, but somehow, I was caught up in it. As usual, Ja

Finally, he said, “Listen, Cadence, I’ve been having some really bad nightmares. And maybe it’s because everything that happened that night was so unusual, or maybe I’m losing my mind, but I don’t think Drew really fell down a cliff and cut her neck on a rock.” Cadence was stunned. She took a moment to collect her thoughts. She turned to her “old reliable” question and asked, “Can you tell me more about that?” Again, Jack hesitated. It was almost as if he thought someone was spying on them, and if they found out he suspected someone had altered their memories of what happened, they would find him, drag him away, and no one would ever hear from him again. “Well, you see, Cadence, every night