Chasing Back What's Mine Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter 26: A Brief Reunion Mink's P.O.V: Laughter. I could hear it from here. Coming closer...so close now. He was right behind me, chasing after me through the golden hued mountain meadows into the twilight. I kept my pace light, running at a slower pace, because I wanted him to catch me, to sweep me off my feet.

Perhaps it is trying to play a game with me that I unwillingly accepted. If I had been years behind maturity, I am certain my legs would have been weary from all the running. Even in my stage, I can still feel little aches because I have had to make impacts with hard substances and the like. And it has not been good all through. If I could just lay my hands on what it is. I wouldn't mind snuffing life out of it for making me go through this predicament of having to chase it down. All of a sudden the rustling stops. If I am to assume clearly, what I am chasing after has gotten to a free land. Which means I might be able to catch sight of it. This kicks in the motivation to get to it faster an

My mind was moving a million miles a minute. "Chase, you have luxe. You don't need me -" his eyes penetrating mine with the darkest of midnight colouring his iris. I watched red streaks form in them immediately. "YOU ARE MINE." My eyes grew wide in fear as a registered what he had just said. I quickly spun around opening the door after picking up keys. Before I could walk through the door Chase slammed the door with the kick of his foot right behind me. "4 more minutes baby."

37 ADRIAN Disappointment gnawed at me like a particularly persistent rat. The abandoned mines yielded nothing but dust and the unsettling feeling of being watched. The map, clutched tightly in my hand, now felt like a cruel joke. Where was Annalise? Emerging from the desolate clearing, I stumbled back onto the forest path, frustration bubbling within me. Just then, a flicker of movement caught my eye. A small figure darted behind a gnarled oak, a flash of dark hair momentarily visible.

Every part of me needs it. “Say the word,” he murmurs against my temple, “and I’ll bury them for you.” I close my eyes. My fingers curl into the back of his shirt. “Not yet.” He leans back just enough to look at me. “Why?” “Because they still think they’re winning,” I say, a slow, sharp smile pulling across my lips. “That’s what makes this satisfying. When they finally realize they lost everything the moment they buried that ring… That’s day I take everything back.”

My pulse was a frantic drum against my ribs as I retreated to my chambers, the heavy iron lock clicking into place like a final heartbeat. I leaned my forehead against the cool glass of the window, staring out at the rolling hills of the Cheshire Territory. It was a sprawling graveyard for my family’s legacy. Every inch of this estate belonged to the Crowne Dominion, and I was just another piece of stolen property. Kyla’s—no, Selene’s—whispers from the hallway still rang in my ears, mocking my desperate hope for a way out.

And they're mine now. *If you want them back, come to the old ruins at midnight. Alone. You know the price of refusal.* *Tick tock, cousin.*

I immediately felt as though I was alone. I stopped. I tried to look around but I could see nothing. I am alone. I am alone again. “Tiarra!” Someone’s calling me but..who? I don’t see anyone. I am left out in the dark again. “Tiarra, please! Come back to us!” Come back? I never left. I was the one who’s always being left. But I want to leave this world. I can do that, can’t I? “Tiarra! Snap out of it. Damn it!”

Quietly. “Ophelia.” She looked up. He walked around the desk. Pulled a chair close. Sat facing her. Knee to knee. He took both her hands. “I need to tell you something,” he said. Ophelia’s heart stuttered. Another secret? After everything? Chase’s voice stayed low. Steady. “I’ve been buying back Sinclair shares for years.” Ophelia blinked. “What?”