Novel & Cerita Chasing Red Wattpad

Hey guys, I want to appreciate everyone who reads this book. It means a lot to me. Sooooo, I know some of you might not be happy with the end, but I want you to know it's just a story. And wait, remain calm! There's going to be book two. This is more like a prequel, an introduction to their love story. Book two is titled: Chasing her. It'll be out soon. Yes. Soon. You don't wanna miss book two, do you? 🤔

Where you might be, please be safe’ He mumbled to himself as he continued looking for the guy that he was looking for. He doesn’t know why he was always chasing that people. He’s not this kind of person who will get in touch with someone. He even finds any people boring, since they feel like they were just kissing his toes for his position as the son of the alpha. All that kind of thing isn’t relatable when it comes to Evan and Tyler, since their kindness was sincere and Sebastian knew it for sure.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

He will have a hard time being gentle. ///♡/// We are only 10+ chapters away from the ending. Stay tuned! Luv y'all ♡

I looked left and right, hoping for a car to pass. I closed my eyes because of the glare from the headlights of the oncoming vehicle. I immediately blocked the way and raised both my hands to ask for help. I almost cried when it stopped and a backseat door opened automatically, I didn't waste any more time and quickly got in there. When I closed the door, the car started again. I catch my breath while peeking behind. I'm sure someone was chasing me earlier but I'm satisfied that they won't be able to follow me anymore. I have escaped, I am safe!

But it would be enough, I hoped, for Dalton to have the time he needed to move troops, to bluff Damien, to make the court busy with paperwork while we hunted the real wolves. I tried once more to mind-link Silas. Nothing answered. His line was a cold room. My chest hollowed out; the old fear I carried for him flared like a brand. Every muscle in me wanted to reach into the sky and drag him back. Instead I had to do the dull things that would allow him to return or, if not, to ensure the pups had a world to live in.

I whispered, speed-walking down the stairs and out of the English building. “What is it? Did something happen? And why are you whispering?” “I’m whispering because I don’t want to look like a lunatic.” I said, sitting on an empty bench next to the building. “Callum, Jace freaking Adams is in my English class.” I gushed. “Chase who?” He asked. I shook my head, forgetting that he couldn’t see me. “Cal, I said Jace. Jace Adams the actor. He’s in that ridiculous action movie you love.”

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?”

When I chased love elsewhere, she was there. Sloane refuses to understand the rules of my world. She refuses to play it safe. She still sees me as the twelve-year-old Rowan. She makes me look weak, where I can’t afford to be weak. She doesn’t know when to stop. She doesn’t know the kind of damage she invites by provoking Christine. “I remember it all Grandpa, I don’t think I can ever forget her blue eyes. It’s time to sleep. I’ll see you in four days. Take care of yourself, old man.” I mutter, as I end the call.

I crouched slowly, unhurried, letting the silence stretch until it suffocated him. “You will talk,” I said at last. I reached down and gripped his chin, forcing his face off the cold floor. My fingers dug into his jaw until his teeth clenched from the pressure. He tried to resist, but the drug left him nothing—no strength, no pride, only terror. I tilted his head upward until his gaze collided with mine. And I let my control slip. My vision burned crimson. The wolf within me stirred, responding to the scent of betrayal in the air. My irises glowed a deep, infernal red, illuminating the horror widening in his eyes.