Novel & Cerita Chasing Fields

I won’t live my life looking over my shoulder. We didn’t end up finding him in England. Nor in France, Germany, or even fucking Italy. It was starting to feel like a wild goose chase. We’ve been chasing him down for six fucking months. Six months this slimeball has managed to escape us. But today, it ends. Today he screwed up big time.

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

We split up enclosing them in to the field where they lay so that they couldn’t escape, not that they really stood the chance anyway, but even if they did try to, oh boy did I love a good chase. We all quietly got closer and closer to them cautious as not to make ourselves known. Everyone followed me as I took the lead. I stood focused, everyone was watching and waiting, ready for me to make my first move. When the time was right, I leaped through the field and jumped on one. All the deers tried to scarper but the other wolves followed suit and started killing as many as they could.

My hair, on the other hand is soft and curly at the edges and eyes that looked beautiful, especially when reflected by the sun rays; a color of gray hues. As I removed my eyeglasses, I placed it at the corner of my clothes. I always remove it whenever I dance since it may get in the way or might fall while I move around. There is a chair at the middle of the room where I practice dancing. I imagine a man sitting there, watching my actions as I move around. I started flexing my body, sliding, seducing. This is my daily routine; a practice where I chant man in my thoughts. I'm already used to this since I've been doing it for a while now; deluding of a man, wanting to touch and have his way on

"You're worth being chased, Troy." "And you're also worth chasing back, Abigail." I grinned and joined Abigail in dancing to the beautiful agony of the song once more. I am unable to control my emotions on my own, and I don't want this night to end without expressing my whole love for my cherished wife. I still want to pursue my treasure till my soul soars and my body burns to ashes, even if we stopped chasing one other years ago.. Chasing her back was the best decision I've ever made in my entire life. And I have no regrets; she made me happy and gave me the unexpected love I couldn't ever imagine.

"Well you see, my friend's friend is searching for a paranormal investigator. Then my friend asked me if I know someone. I remember miss Jones. Didn't you work for a psychic research?" "Y-Yeah, but my boss is going on a trip. And I'm the one who'll manage the office when they're gone. For the time being we're just allowing written request." "I see, so I'm guessing that you're still conducting investigations in paranormal cases?" "We do, but doing an actual investigation is currently on hold." "And a friend's friend is kind a suspicious Harrison, are you planning something on Ariz?" Tiffany crossed her arms. "N-No! That's not true! I'm not planning anything." He said smiling sheepishly "Hones

I try to remain calm. I don't want to chase it or scare it away. I want to kill it, to eat it, but I don't want to scare it or be rude. So I stay where I am. I watch it for a moment. I'm not sure what to do. Do I move? Do I stay? I decide to charge at it. It's a good decision. I run faster than I have in days. My legs take me across the field. They don't even ache.They move so fast that I feel like I'm flying.

I pushed myself a little, using my power to mimic the odd start and stop of strength that I had been feeling. Then, for a few moments, something happened that I had never experienced before. I heard Candido’s heartbeat. It was slow, steady despite him streaking ahead. I could hear the whoosh of air through his lungs and smell his sweat across the field. My mind zeroed in on him. The need to chase. The desire to catch him stormed through me as if I thought he was running away from me. As if I would never see him again.

She didn't understand but she had accepted it with her whole heart. After staring at it for what felt like forever, she finally closed her fist over it and held it over her chest. “ I miss you Jack” she mumbled to herself. … Chase found himself running on the fields of the pack with Tyga in control. He had shifted into his wolf immediately he was outside his building and was currently trying to cool off some steam by running laps on the field. Once he was out of sight from the pack members around that area and into the deeper woods filled with trees, Chase shifted back to his human form. He leaned in on a tree and inhaled deeply, releasing it afterwards.

Stacy: Without another word, I turned and ran away from the field, leaving behind my dreams and the life I had envisioned. Each step felt heavier than the last, but I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. The pain was already unbearable, a bleeding wound that cut to my very soul. I didn't know what to think of my fate. If it's a cruel fate or one that doesn't deserve anything good. My heart was broken, I knew, this pain, that fate had chosen for me, there was no escape route. I am drowning in it.