Chase X Marshall Novels & Stories

Mark tried to assure me and I nodded calmly. We started the journey and the way he spoke and threw his hands around, occasionally touching my shoulder and lap made me feel very uncomfortable but I plastered a fake smile on my face. Xena wasn’t pleased too but there was no use escalating the matter, Mark has been a great friend to me. We arrived at the Rhinestone pack and I exhaled as we stared at the hall. He parked at the appropriate place and offered his hand to me, making me somewhat surprised. “You’re my date for the night, remember?”

After a few minutes, Ingrid spoke again. “I know this might not be the right time to tell you this, but you are going to be an escort for Lorenzo tomorrow night.” “What?” Evie eyes widened and her heart started beating fast. “Yes. He wants you to be his date to the gala he’s hosting tomorrow night.” Evie shook her head. “You mean I’m going to see that monster again?”

"Is it true that you're getting married to Lucas De Marchi in two weeks?" I stopped walking when I heard the last question of the odd man with a very ugly mustache. But Chase was already pushing me in the car. If he wasn't there, I'm sure as hell I would be in front of the paper tomorrow about killing a poor columnist. I watch as Chase rounds the car and emerges from the driver's seat. He jumped from his seat when he saw my glaring reflection on the rear-view mirror. "What the fu—"

“C’mon, Sloane. Give me something to work with here. I don’t usually have to beg this hard.” “She said no.” The voice didn’t just cut into the hallway—it dropped the temperature twenty degrees. Marcus stepped back, turning. Chase stood ten feet down the corridor, leaning against an industrial ice machine. Hands jammed into the pockets of black track pants, hood pulled up, casting deep jagged shadows over his eyes. He looked like an executioner who’d run out of patience. Marcus let out a long, irritated sigh. “Chase. Bro. Seriously. Get a hobby.”

Nicole Sullivan, Brian’s newest Creative Director said while trying to avoid looking straight into his eyes, fearing his eyes will somehow lit her body up in intimidation. Dateme.com has been ChaseApp’s biggest rival in the business. It was launched just three years ago and has since been a big competition. Recently, the brand launched a new feature on the app that’ll enable users to be able to run a full background check on other users, creating a safer and more trusting environment for people. Since the launch of this feature, downloads have spiralled overnight and this does not sit well with Brian’s competitive spirit. He likes to stay on top.

Bentley and Garrett were his best friends in high school - out of all the other guys they were closest to him so they were devastated too. Chase became an amazing architect and spent a lot of time travelling around the world to study and discover ancient architect and artefacts and then later on settled in Belgium where he continued working with architect and construction and met a girl named Sabrina. Sabrina was a high school history teacher and she and Chase found themselves quite interested in each other and now are married. They also adopted a little boy who is now eight.

He kept quiet. I slowed down my car and let the carrier passed. Then crossed the road by overtaking another car. "4.overtake." He continued. We arrived in 15 minutes. Where the actual distance was about 40 minutes. "It was fun." Adam said while looking at the stopwatch." You could have reach 120 if you hadn't slowed down." "And we could have been crushed by the carrier by now." I ended his sentence. My phone started ringing with notification of Challan. While Adam was reading it.

Or was it something else, something about Chase himself? His stubborn defiance, his vulnerability, the way he looked at me with those weary eyes, like he saw through my walls? Nothing made sense right now... I rolled onto my side, the bed creaking under me, and pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to shut out the questions. I didn’t have feelings. I was Alex Marshall, heir to the Marshall Coven, a predator who took what he wanted and moved on. But Chase was different. Every time I saw him, that burning need to claim him grew stronger, more possessive, like a beast clawing at its cage.

And all I can do is stand there and cry. *** Chase. Hours later... Sunday, 14th February. 3am. Music pulses faintly through the ornate walls of Marv Bowman’s ridiculously opulent bedroom. Downstairs, the party is alive. Marv celebrating his latest corporate victory. A few hours ago, he secured a major contract to manufacture warships for the naval units of two countries. A handsome payment came through our bank. I remember watching his press conference earlier. His smug face. His polished smile.

Chase whispered softly, his lips brushing mine in a brief, possessive kiss that tasted like pure victory. "I'm your partner," I corrected, pulling back slightly to look up into his striking blue eyes. "Now go out there on that ice and silence this building." Chase’s smirk deepened into something razor-sharp, dark, and magnificent. "Watch me turn Madison Square Garden into a graveyard." By 8:00 PM, the atmosphere inside Madison Square Garden was a roaring tempest of hostile noise.