Chasing Red Novels & Stories

That man was a stage-nine martial monarch, yet he did not survive even one move from Chase. "Run!" two of them screamed, turning to flee. "You can't escape." Chase's voice was calm but filled with deadly intent as he took a step forward. With a burst of speed, he caught up to one of the fleeing disciples and slapped him across the backside. The crisp sound echoed through the air, startling even Chase. Raising his brow, he glanced at the horizon, where a streak of red light rapidly approached. Chase melded into the shadows after quickly suppressing his aura, vanishing from sight. Moments later, he reappeared behind the two fleeing disciples like a phantom. With a flick of his wrist, he swatte

[ Alexander ] My heart is beating maniacally with each long strand I climb down to the dungeon where Chase is waiting for me.I see all my men lined up with their weapons on standby,alert and ready. "Where is Chase?"I ask Lucas,my most trusted man after Chase at the threshold of dark cellers where only three of us go. "He is inside the red room with a trespasser who is...who is...very weird."Lucas has a frown on his face.He seems scared from inside which perks up Jace's ears.

"You take the single point position at the top of the neutral zone. Your speed and agility are the highest on the team. Your job isn't to hit Hendrix—it's to use your rapid lateral movement to shadow him the second he leaks out. You pretend to give him the left boards, baiting their defenseman into throwing the transition pass." "I force the asshole to take the bait," Chase said softly, his voice dropping into a low, husky growl, his thumb lightly stroking his silver chain as his eyes locked onto my lips. "Exactly," I said, stepping past him toward Elijah's side of the table. Chase’s leg reluctantly slid away as I moved, leaving my skin tingling where his warmth had been.

I just focused on hockey, that one almost killed me and I dropped it. Ever since Anthony died, my hopes for owning the Cartel were raised again and all I needed to own it was just to fucking find a bride and marry her. But then, that bitch ran away. And here I was, planing to destroy her and take her back where she was ought to be then own the Crow Cartel but now, a saddening message shattered that plan.

Okay so Chasing Tara is ending soon and I haven't seen anyone saying that they want a sequel. I have to go now. Please read, vote, comment and share. Until the next chapter... -Daisy

"The Carter Harrison Foundation is dedicated to helping victims of psychological manipulation and memory modification crimes. We're hoping to fund research into treatment and recovery." "And Miss Carter, how does it feel to turn your personal trauma into something positive?" The question caught me off guard, but I managed to keep my voice steady. "It feels like the right thing to do. If our experience can help prevent other families from going through what we went through, then something good can come from something terrible." "Any word on the investigation into Ethan Shaw?" "I'm afraid I can't comment on an ongoing FBI investigation," I said, the words Agent Chen had coached me to say.

Because unlike before, she could easily get everything Tiarra had and always had her way of turning the tables in her favor. "What right do they have to reject me? Don't they know me?" She asked furiously even though she’s talking to know one. Her beautiful face was beet red from the excessive anger that she’s feeling. If anyone could only see Margaux now, they would be frightened because it looked like she’s a volcano that would erupt anytime and she had this excruciating gaze in her natural brown eyes.

Hazel’s POV The cold metal stung my skin as I crawled further through the vents With my head down and not risking making a single noise that could alert the throat ripping beasts below me . I paused for a quick breath of air slowly remembering how I got here in the first place . FLASHBACK ******* ‘’You only have 10 minutes to exit the building, it’s a quick job find the Alpha end him and get out of there ‘’ My favorite chair guy :Andrew: explained through the intercom

“And maybe that phone too.” I take a step back, clutching my bag tighter. “I don’t want any trouble,” I say carefully. “Well, you found some,” the shorter one sneers, taking a step closer. Before I can react, the taller one lunges, grabbing at my arm. I scream, stumbling back as I try to pull free. It’s just like before. Trapped in an alley, my heart racing, ears ringing. It’s like I’m there all over again. “Let her go!”

Just as Red had planned. In the shadows near the training ground, another group of his men waited. Declan was their prey, and the trap was already set. Red smirked as he stepped into the cool night air, watching the hospital erupt behind him. His chest tightened with the thrill of it—the dance of danger, the sharp bite of risk. Tonight would make or break everything. And he never intended to break.