Chasing Red Novels & Stories

I can’t believe Raze has won. I was so close. Thought I knew exactly what to do, chasing that little bubbling feeling in my stomach at the idea of finally triumphing over the smug bastard. After shifting, my wolf had swiftly chased down and flung around the bodies of his three idiots. They weren’t even a challenge. The night I tore apart Chase’s friends it was at least an exertion. After chasing the final one down the corridor and ripping his head clean off, there was silence. I silently padded down every corridor, searching for Raze.

I push away from his chest and take off running I don’t know where I’m going I just run on instinct until I’m at the base my wolf is going crazy but I can not understand her through my pain. I climb to the top tree cottage the tears are like water works they keep on coming I’m sobbing out aloud I have no control of the deep sadness I feel right now my heart is aching for the one person I can not have. I climb the ladder the two sets of ladders to the top cottage at our base I can hardly see through my tears as I climb all the way up. when I enter the cottage im startled to find chase is standing in the cottage in an all black tuxedo he turns around with a singular red rose in his hand and th

Something catches my eye, and I turn back quickly. His big toe. Did I just imagine his toe moving? I wait patiently for it to move again, but there is nothing, and I slump back in frustration. Richard! I want to scream. It's almost a month already. Please get up. My courage, my hope, my excitement, my determination, my strength, and my resolve are beginning to fade off with each passing moment. Please. When it moves again, I jerk upright. And again. “Richard!” I scream, unable to hold myself back with the gush of adrenaline streaming down my spine. “Richard.”

I turned around and saw a green beetle park behind my car. A familiar redhead in a yellow dress stepped out of the beetle. She had a look of murder on her face. “You bitch!”

But she shouldn't be here. The same instinct that told him about her closeness might lead him to her. The wolf quickly ran through the trees, intending to reach the target. Jason stopped abruptly when he saw her. His scent wafted off her, the scent of sickness and drugs and anxiety. All this was mixed with the smell of a man - "Alpha Red"

"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

He knew he had some remaining business with someone. Maria woke up with a harsh headache. Her mom called her down for breakfast. She was confused for some time. She stood up and started walking towards the bathroom. Her confusion turned horror as soon as she spotted the red marks on her neck. The red marks were all over her body. Then it hit her, the drug, John, harassment, and finally Mike. Pieces of memories she could remember. She doesn't remember when Mike turned up. But she could remember his thrust and kisses on her body.

“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.

10 days left. I only have 10 days left to kill chase. Today, I’m going to meet Chase for lunch while finding information about him. Heading down the lobby, I see Chase is leaning outside his car waiting for me with a few girls are eyeing him like candy and trying to get his attention. I rolled my eyes seeing them. I waved my hand to Chase which he replies with a slight smile and a wave. Making my way to him, I saw the girls are glaring at me. Do they think I will steal their man? Pftt.. yeah right.

I heard the people around us laugh too, and his friends teased him even more. "I love you so much, and I don't want to lose you again. I've waited so long for this moment. I waited so long for you, but I never gave up on you. I won't chase you anymore, and I won't follow you everywhere because now, you're finally with me. My chasing era is ending now," he said, then pulled something out of the pocket of his slacks. He immediately knelt down in front of me and revealed a sparkling ring.