Chasing Him Novels & Stories

‘’But you belong here , with me and you’d have to walk over my dead corpse before you step out of this borders without me ‘’ His eyes had gotten darker which was clear his wolf had taken over again . His cold voice didn’t scare me at all , rather it did something different to me , I felt pulled towards his voice and his darkened features . I didn’t want to leave this behind, I didn’t want to leave him behind. I wanted to do something other than chase and be chased for the first time. I moved closer and whispered in his ears ‘’ I guess you’ll have to clear your schedule for the rest of your life then , cause I’m not going anywhere ‘’

Unforgivable! Dodging the next streak of silver with preternatural swiftness, I charged straight towards that vile beast, bullets whizzed past me as I rapidly closed the distance. My bloodied maw stretched wide, fangs yearning to tear out that smugly beating heart. I was locked in a ranging whirlwind with that smug bastard Alpha Damian. My jaws snapped at his throat as we grappled and rolled, each of us going for the killing blow. The reek of his fear was sweet-the arrogant prick knew I was about to end his pathetic reign.

And just when I was trying to get her off my mind… ‘I’ll have someone fetch you tonight.’ I heard her voice through the connection. At the sound of her voice, the mark she placed on my neck pulsed. Chase, who was slouching off — sprang like spring and stood up. A cigarette was still clamped between his lips. "It’s settled then. We're going mate hunting!" I raised an eyebrow at her as I inhaled from my cigarette. And as I breathed out the smoke, I said, "Mate hunting? What kind of species do you think Felix prefers? An orc, demon or a goblin?!"

A slight sheen of water remains on his back and torso, glinting in the light. “Where is Ren?” “You really don’t like me do you?” he murmurs, looking up at me. I can’t quite tell if he is joking around and teasing me, or if he is truly affected by it. I move to sit down on another rock opposite him, trying to get at his eye level. I lean forward on my knees. “What are you doing here? What do you want from this place? Why are you trying to terrorise me?” Chase licks his bottom lip, leaning forward close to me. “It’s simple. I’m having fun.”

chase places a finger under my chin and lifts my chin up to look at him “what was that princess you will have to say it louder if you want me to hear you” with a roll of my eyes I push his hand away and all but yell “please chase can you show me to my class” I whisper stop being such a dick about it and he grins and something sparkles in his eyes as he says follow me and I blindly follow him without question what could go wrong right?

That doll like face haunted him for countless nights already. He felt humiliated and his pride has been greatly stepped on. He took the content of the glass he's holding in one go and shoved the thing to one of his friend's hand before going after the girl. His quick and determined strides totally gave the impression that he's not the type of person who easily gives up. His eyes remained on the girl as he made his way through the hall, evading some familiar faces along the way. “Chase!" His sister's familiar voices entered his ears.

“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.

I have to slow my pace or I'll be out of the fight. "Aww, come on kitty kitty, I just want to play," Chase taunts following me around the cage. His eyes flash with a primitive energy, he's truly enjoying this. He loves this sketchy bullshit. He wants to be here. He strikes, but misses. I jab and hit him in the nose, blood trickling from his nostril. He laughs as blood pools between his lips, staining his teeth as he grins wickedly at me.

He hurriedly picked it up and spoke in a muffled voice, “Hello?” “Have you not come back yet?” Dorothy asked. “I’m back.” “What are you doing? Creeping around?” “Yeah, I’m chasing a demon.” “What? Tell me your location, I’m coming right now.” “This…” “Are you chasing a demon, or are you chasing some female nymphs?” “I really am chasing a demon, it almost killed Charles. I followed the trail to see what the heck it is.” “Have you seen it?” “Not yet, but I’m almost catching up to it.”

“You won’t escape this time.” She moved again, this time running slow as if to taunt him. Her chuckle drifted to him. “You like playing, don’t you?” he jeered. “Stop now and I will go easy on you.” He traced his teeth with his tongue in growing anticipation. More laughter could be heard as the girl careened through the trees. Mike kept up, his own laughter tumbling out, almost maniacal as he closed in. Only a few more feet and she would be in his hands. He stretched his arm, missing her by a beat. Her hair brushed against his fingers and he felt an odd sensation tingling his fingertips. He ignored it and continued the chase. The sound of her laughter infuriated him. “You’re gonna fucking pay