Chased Novelas e Histórias

I turned once, just once, and my heart stopped cold. Over fifty wolves poured out into the open behind me, closing the gap fast, hunting me down like I'd stolen something sacred from every single one of them. My pulse slammed against my ribs as I tore through the underbrush, branches clawing at my arms, my face, drawing thin lines of blood I didn't have time to feel. And somewhere beneath the terror, a colder thought surfaced, refusing to be buried — the way Chase had moved back there. Too clean. Too controlled. Almost *rehearsed*, like he'd known exactly which way I'd run before I did.

When the bullet train tickets to Kellmore went on sale, Elaine Hartwell did what she always did and booked two, one for herself and one for Bradley Collier. She turned to me once the order went through. "Leo, did you get your ticket yet?" I froze for a moment. On the screen, her seat and Bradley's were right next to each other. By the time I checked, the only seats left on that train were in the next carriage. I stared at the seat number and almost laughed, as something inside me clicked. From weekend trips out of Portmill to college move-in day, it was always the same. The three of us traveled together, but they were always a pair, and I was always the one trailing behind. Not long af

"OH GOD! CHASE! IT'S SO DEEP! YOU'RE HITTING MY HEART!" Chase was fast. He moved with the same speed he used on the field. His hips were a blur. The sound of their sex was a rapid-fire slap-slap-slap that drove the team into a crazy. "You like this speed, Quill? You like how fast I can work you?"

Chase leaned back, resting his weight on his palms as he watched her. She leaned forward, taking the head into her mouth. The wet, sliding heat enveloped him instantly. Chase let out a sharp, guttural groan, his hips bucking upward instinctively against her lips. She went off at a steady, deliberate rhythm, pulling her mouth down to the base and swirling her tongue over the sensitive ridge on the upstroke. The intense sensation immediately overrode his spiraling paranoia.

They were far-off echoes I could barely place anymore. "Daisy," a voice called out behind me. I turned, and my expression went cold. Carl was already charging toward me. I slammed the door, but he jammed his hand into the gap just in time. His fingers were crushed instantly, and the skin turned an ugly blue. He clenched his jaw, refusing to let go even as the pain twisted his face. "Just let me talk to you, please?" His voice sounded almost pleading. I froze. Was this really Carl?

The kind of place hunters pretended didn’t exist while building their lies on top of it. Above, the distant thrum of the chopper came and went, circling like a bad omen that refused to settle. Below, Lucian moved faster now, driven by certainty, by the belief that the world owed him one last triumph. Abel slowed. This wasn’t a chase anymore. Chases ended with escape or capture. This was a hunt. And hunts had rules. You let the prey believe it was winning. You let it show you where it was strongest. And then you ended it.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly lost my motivation to move and eat. “What’s the next activity? Why are we doing it on another island?” Paula asked, looking puzzled as she approached Maurice and me. Trixie followed, looking obviously tired and sleepy. “Scavenger hunt,” I replied briefly, playing with the sand. “How do you know? Oh, right, you’re the one who made the list of activities,” Trixie said, sitting down beside Paula. “Who’s that woman following Sir Zach?” Paula asked, frowning and looking behind me. I immediately turned around to look.

Without a second thought, I turned and bolted after it, my instincts taking over as I gave chase with reckless abandon. "Mason, come on!" I called out over my shoulder, my voice a desperate plea as I raced through the forest in pursuit of the elusive figure. "We have to catch it!" Mason raced after me, his powerful strides easily keeping pace with my own as we tore through the underbrush, our senses honed to a razor's edge as we chased our quarry with single-minded determination. The forest blurred past us in a flurry of colors and shapes, the adrenaline of the chase and a fear more primal coursing through my veins like fire as I pushed myself to the limits of

It took every ounce of self-control to restrain the primal urge to sink my teeth into her neck and unequivocally claim her as mine. But before I knew it, my mate ran leaving me behind. After four years of relentless searching, finding her only to witness her escape stirred a primal ache. The memory of her retreating figure haunted me, a bitter taste of loss. Clenching my fists, determination surged within me – a vow to reclaim what time had been stolen. Despite the hurt, a perverse satisfaction lingered as I thought about the encounter. She looked different, a change that intrigued and fueled my relentless pursuit. The image of her running away, though painful, only strengthened my resolve.