Chased Novels & Stories

She felt a tight grip on her wrist that caused her to let out a wince, and her eyes widened. Following this, he pinned her to the wall, and the fear became more prominent in her eyes. She visibly gulped under his bone-chilling gaze. “What’s the matter?” Her voice came out shaky. A chuckle escaped from his mouth— the one that managed to cause her to shudder in that instant. Apprehension grew inside her.

Chase’s leg reluctantly slid away as I moved, leaving my skin tingling where his warmth had been. Elijah tracked my movement, his ice-blue eyes narrowing as he caught the subtle lingering glance between Chase and me. His jaw clenched tightly, a vein pulsing at his temple. His jealousy was a tangible, heavy pressure in the air, but he kept his attention focused on the board as I stopped right beside his chair.

Damn it. Chase pushed away from his desk, grabbed his coat, and stormed out of the room. By the time he reached the streets, the night was thick with shadows, the air crisp with danger. His pulse pounded. Anything could’ve happened. He shouldn’t have let them leave. And now, he was going to find her—before it was too late. The rain poured relentlessly, turning the city streets into shimmering rivers of light. Chase’s wipers struggled against the downpour, barely clearing his vision as he scanned every corner, every sidewalk.

Zeviar mashed the gas, the engine letting out a guttural roar. The wolves ahead scattered, a sudden parting of the pack just wide enough for us to squeeze through. But they didn't run. Instead, they reformed on our flanks, keeping pace with an unnerving persistence, like this whole chase had been planned down to the last second. They ran with us, a terrifyingly close escort. Through Sky's enhanced senses, I could see every detail: the rough, wild texture of their fur, the chilling lack of any pack markings, the silent, coordinated dance of animals following a single, horrifying command.

Chase refused to show his face. I texted him to stop lurking and come out already. He only laughed it off, said he wasn't going to do that, that the whole fun was in the mystery, and told me to just go home. I climbed into Nicholas's passenger seat, and the back-and-forth rolled on the whole drive. Chase made himself my LA guide, starting with a whole field manual on spotting the fuckboys out here, the gait, the lean, the way they materialize the moment a new girl lands.

We didn’t need chatter; every second mattered, every sound could betray our position or alert Caleb. I pushed the engine, feeling the car respond, the distance closing between us. And then, movement in the van’s side mirror—a glimpse of Sophie’s silhouette, signaling again. She leaned out, shouting, “Left! Left! Cut him off at the corner!” I followed, tires squealing around the corner, and the van swerved, trying to compensate. I felt the adrenaline tighten in my chest, the rhythm of the chase syncing with my heartbeat. This was no ordinary pursuit. Caleb had orchestrated every escape route, every potential trap, but I had something he didn’t: determination fueled by desperation, by love, by

Not just that, from his expression, he showed that he doesn't like me. Just then I received a picture from my secret agent. It was a picture of Caleb and Sarah inside a car beside an ice-cream joint. In a bid to let out my fury, I screamed. I needed to act fast but with lots of wisdom. “Caleb, you fell into my trap. No one will take you from me, no one.” I snorted. Two hours have passed and Caleb hasn't returned home. I thought of what next to do. I didn't see Caleb at Mr. Michael's event but I saw Sarah and her team when they were gobsmacked when they couldn't find the fabrics in their car.

After the door opened, I left the place in a hurry. I could see Chase's cold gaze as I exited his house. His face looked flat, but I knew that he had many cruel plans to carry out. I just want to get away from him. He's a very creepy guy, and it's bad luck that I'm in an illicit relationship with him.

As soon as he realizes I'm still watching, he freezes, then quickly turns on his heel and takes off. I'm intrigued - Why is he trying to escape? My instincts tell me to follow him. I take off in a sprint, as I chase after the suspicious guy. My heart races with adrenaline as I gain on him. Thanks to my track days in high school, I'm able to quickly close the gap between us. I launch myself at him, tackling him to the ground. We both hit the pavement hard, the pain shot hard but I'm grateful that I'm able to catch him.

“Chase – who – mhh - is he?" Chase gripped her hair and tugged her head backwards. “The name doesn't ring a bell? Well, the face would, "Thrust.” He has a scar across his left eyebrow and eye, "Thrust." He has brown hair, "Thrust." He wore a black suit the day he met you in the shopping mall when you went with Valerie, “He dipped his head and sucked on her collarbone, moving his hips in a fast pace, not giving her space or time to adjust to his size. “Does that ring a bell? Do I need to call his name fully?"