Chase X Marshall の小説・ストーリー

Cole closed his eyes and pinched the skin between his nose in annoyance. Mara, the eldest daughter of the shadow river pack was seated next to him at the table, and shamelessly kept pressing herself against him while she chatted about anything and everything that came into her head without pause. How was she still talking, did she not need to breathe? He asked himself, she was beautiful, no doubt. Her skin was a deep brown and her long flowing dark hair reached to her dainty waist, her brown eyes were large in her delicate features. Cole chided himself, what does beauty matter? I’ve seen beautiful women before, and many beautiful women had offered themselves to me. I've even taken more than

She didn't seem like the accessory type like Tessy, Tessy's wrist was covered in bracelets and her neck was decorated with a black choker and other necklaces that I thought were not necessary. I nodded back at Steph. "I'm Kelly", a very dark boy said with his face still facing his phone. "Stop checking your hits on that dating site. Calm down you'll soon get an STD", Tessy said putting a French fry in her mouth. The table chuckled. "Oh shut up at least I actually go on at least one date with them before I fuck them, all you need is a dance and a shot and you're good to go". The table laughed harder.

Mr Spence pat Chance on the back, before walking out. As he wait there for Kristoff to make his way down, his eyes caught someone but wasn't sure if it really was who he thought. "Ready?" "I'm thinking of running away and just do a shotgun wedding in Vagas." Chance laughed, " let's go." He held Kristoff's hand in his and together they walked down the aisle to Beyoncé's Halo. "We are gathered here today." The pastor begun, but Chance nor Kristoff heard anything, as they happily gaze at each other, lost in their own world.

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.”

Chase was the heir of the prestigious TAC Group of Companies! I silently followed the three of them with a smile on my lips. Now that I'd met the family behind the TAC Group of Companies, Mama’s wish for me to marry their heir, Chase, seemed much easier to fulfill. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Sandoval. It was nice meeting you again," Papa greeted Chase’s parents warmly. OMG! How lucky I am! "We’re very sorry for being late. By the way, this is our son, Chase Grey Sandoval," Mr. Sandoval introduced.

And now, the gem who rejected me, was now my wife. Would I say this was a coincidence? Yes, it was a coincidence. Renee, my woman, just mine. Yes, I chased her well. I made her Mine. What a good chase; what a great experience. ~THE END~ Completed on 10/12/2020 Merry Christmas and Happy New year in advance, everyone!🧡 (Hey guys, please swipe/scroll to the next page)

His tux fitted him like a glove and showed his well-defined muscles. Chase broke the tension-filled silence. “Jax. What can I do for you this evening?” Irritation was clear in his voice. Jax. I was irrationally pleased to have a name for my mystery lumberjack. “Chase, I didn’t realize you were in town. Did any of the others return as well?” he asked, his eyes never moving off me. “We’re all here, Marshall, so I suggest you take a step back from Ryan and remove your eyes from her, before I do it for you,” Chase snapped.

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?

Avery and I chime in simultaneously, a sense of trepidation immediately creeping in. They nod in affirmation while stowing our bags in the trunk of Alex's new ride—a sleek 2016 Mazda MX-5 Miata in Meteor Grey Mica. Alex had been diligently saving for it for as long as I can remember, and let's just say it outshines my 2012 red Dodge Challenger GT by a long shot.

Dalton’s eyes widened. “Christ, cuz, you bet that kinda money on keepin’ your dick in your pants?” “It ain’t a cash bet. If I can do it, Marshall’s givin’ me a quarter share in this up and comin’ buckin’ bull named Atomic Fireball.” Chase pointed his beer bottle at the guys at the table. “So you all need to be getting some serious ass to make up for my lack of it.” Tell and Dalton high-fived, and Tell said, “We’ve got ya covered.”