Chasing Back What's Mine Novels & Stories

“I don’t.” Silence filled the office. Chase studied me carefully, as if trying to understand my motivations. Finally, he asked gently, “Did Mr. Blackwood offend you?” I smiled sadly. “No.” “Then why return it?” I lifted my chin, meeting his eyes without hesitation. “Because I have something more valuable than money. My dignity.”

“You're all I have.” I rubbed her back, feeling heat at the back of my eyes. This was the very reason why I had to be strong. Why I had to make sure I never broke down in front of anyone. “I've resumed the Hunt Gathering, mother. Scouts are out as we speak, searching for the relic. I'll do whatever I can to find it, and then I'll break the curse.” The words sounded flat, even to my own years, but vocalising them made me feel better. Believing it could come later.

I pressed my hand to my racing heart. But Owen wasn’t done. He stepped closer, his words low and heavy with warning. “Pray they trace those accounts and recover my money, Chloe. Because if they don’t…” His eyes bored into mine. “…you won’t be walking away next time. You’ll be back behind bars and this time, you won't get out.” Cold dread washed through me. My mouth went dry. I nodded, trembling, as the ambulance doors closed. The siren blared again and faded away.

She thought her marriage was built on love until illness stripped away the illusion. After being diagnosed with a terminal illness that left her only three months to live, all Sarah could think about was how to inform her loving husband, Andrew, about it and the pain and sorrow he was going to go through after hearing about it. But upon getting back home, Sarah got the shock of her life when she caught Andrew making out with her stepsister Tessa, the same woman who abandoned him three years ago on their wedding day. What happens when Sarah discovers that Tessa never abandoned Andrew on their wedding day? Instead, she and Andrew had both planned for her to disappear so that Andrew would

If he was chasing it, it had to be one of the nefarious types. We returned to the pack house with no further evidence of rogues, despite the fact that I had stopped to dig up another baseball-sized truffle. With my slow pace, I could tell my two shadows were growing impatient and restless. They were on high alert and probably eager to assist in the search for the trespasser, but I couldn't go any faster.

We decided to grab some chocolates from the grocery store before heading to the golf course. As Mia disappeared into the store, I leaned against the car, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Suddenly, a sleek, unfamiliar car sped past, catching my attention. Behind the tinted windows, I caught a glimpse of Elina. My heart skipped a beat. Isn't that Elina? Why was she in that car? Where was she going? I quickly texted Mia, "Emergency came up. Have to leave immediately. Sorry!" Without waiting for a reply, I jumped into my car and followed the vehicle.

“Every conversation we have had since that Lunch was designed to position you exactly where we needed you. Desperate enough to steal from Santos, isolated enough to trust me, and vulnerable enough to walk into our trap.” “What do you want?” “What we have always wanted,” Carissa said. “To watch my brother’s empire burn while he realizes that everything he cared about has been taken away from him.” She leaned forward, her eyes glittering with malice. “Starting with you.”

I open the bag. A key glints in my palm. Old-fashioned, heavy, not a practical key at all—one of those glossy, romantic replicas, long neck, ornate head cut into a heart if you tilt it, into a blade if you don't. A tiny metal tag hangs from black thread: MINE on one side, TO KEEP on the other. The room tilts. Sound drops out to a pinpoint. The kettle clicks in the kitchen; I'd forgotten I'd put it back on. My phone buzzes with a calendar ping. The spreadsheet waits on my screen.

"My blood flows in your veins. You carry a thousand years of my power. All of it was a gift from me." "And now you want to throw it all away?" The Sire's tone turned dangerous. "In that case... I'll have to reclaim what is mine." Lilith finally understood her true intent. "No!" she cried, stumbling backward. "You can't! This is my body! My power!" "Yours?" The Sire scoffed. "Child, without my Embrace, you'd be a pile of bones. Now, I'm taking back what's mine." She spread her arms, and black tentacles erupted from her body, surging toward the center of the circle.

"But if you want a different one, just say. I know it's not a conventional engagement ring and I want you happy in all things." I clutched my left hand with my right one protectively. "I love my ring and you're never getting it back." I teased. "You know, in certain light it almost looks black sometimes. A black stone." I smiled wide at him. He smiled back at me as realization dawned. "Good?"