Chasing Fields Novels & Stories

“Let’s begin again.” And under the quiet stars, we stood together— Not who we were. But who we’d become. The End. Thank you for reading Chasing His Ex-Wife Back. New story Alert. Synopsis; In a world where possessive and powerful men rule, they can be arrogant, ruthless, and cruel. This world, Emily Greenfield exits in.

Everything felt heightened and more alive. Hector's wolf, a golden-brown blur, darted beside me. He let out a growl before surging ahead. My wolf dug into the earth, sprinting and accepting the challenge. He bumped my side playfully, and I yelped, then dodged away, flipping my tail in amusement. The energy in the air was infectious. I chased after him until he spotted another group and broke off, leaving me in solitude at the edge of the field. My wolf slowed her pace. I wandered toward a more secluded area where wild grapes hung from vines. The scent called to me, and I indulged, plucking a few off with my teeth. I was munching on them when a low howl cut through the night.

“Evelyn, you’re risking years of work. Years. We fought to get this company where it is. Are you prepared to throw all that away over— over what? A vendetta?” I could feel the room constricting around me, the shadows in the corners stretching longer, darker. The phone sat on the counter like a live wire, buzzing intermittently, a small, merciless reminder that this was no longer theoretical. This was not a game with stakes I could calculate in spreadsheets, or a negotiation that could be cornered into calm phrases and legalese. This was a hunt. And I was the prey, the bait, the target — and yet, in the same breath, the one who would fight back.

I whispered. My eyes searched his face for answers. “Yes but it’s probably my dog. It can be overly sensitive whatever it is, it’s not far.” I sighed quietly, releasing some of the weight in my chest. Leaning back, a dull ache built inside me the stress catching up. “Thank you I murmured, unable to look at him. Then A faint glow came from where I left my phone.I picked it up again. Another message. “You can’t run away from us. We’re getting you soon hang on.”

gripped my clutch so tight my fingers ached. Cameras flashed nonstop, catching Sebastian’s face in perfect focus. His smile was effortless, his stride confident. Everyone’s eyes were on him. And me? Invisible. “Mr. Banks, over here,” someone called. He didn’t bother turning. I fell into step behind him, heels clicking softly against marble. “Sebastian,” I said, hoping for even the smallest acknowledgment. “The Huang Group asked if you’d meet them tomorrow.”

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.

I told him, grabbing my backpack off the hook I’d put on the back of the door and unzipping it, so I could tuck my laptop inside. “Your wolf probably won’t let you go without me,” he said, rubbing his arm a bit. “You can try it, but you’ll feel her try to shift and take over. My friends didn’t give you all of the details, but, now that my wolf’s done hunting you, yours is hunting me. It’s called The Chase.” My eyebrows shot upward. “The what?”

"Hey there." Kristoff went up behind Chance, carrying a brown bag and two cups of coffee. "Hey." Chance smiled at him, taking one of the coffee. "How are things going?" "With all the interviews, it's boring and I haven't found the suitable candidates to help me run this place or even carry out a simple field research. I'm starting to think that all these people only came just because they it’s me." "Don't worry, the right people will come your way soon enough."

“Well, point taken. Your pot surely makes things more interesting.” She grins wickedly. She stares at my outfit. “Are you imagining Philip as your husband wearing that?” “Of course not,” I say quickly. My thoughts suddenly on Devyn Wills. I shake my head lightly. Why am I even thinking about him at this very moment? Our conversation is interrupted by Patrick’s sudden entrance. He looks so grim on his grim reaper costume. “Everybody to the activity center now! Remember, always be in character. The choosing committee will be there. The cash prize is remarkable!”

I was standing near the parking lot after having lunch with my friends. Suddenly an enchanting scent hit my nostrils. It was a fusion of jasmine, rose, and honey. The smell of my mate. My wolf was excited as well. I followed the scent towards a tree. She was sitting there reading a book. She was munching a chocolate bar and smiling while reading the book. I felt both excited and angry. Excited about getting her as my mate and angry for me being an asshole. She will never forget the things that I did to her.