Chasing Slow Book Novels & Stories

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

Doesn't slow down for even a second. She just runs, silver fur streaking between trees, heading toward the same destination as the two Bloodletters but slower, injured, depleted.

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.

Nelly was scared to the teeth but she still did her best to maintain her composure. The figure in the dark alley began getting closer. No way! There were two figures moving in the dark, whistling and coming close to Nelly as she squatted. They kept whistling, as if they were trying to make her scared. Nelly was beginning to sweat more profusely, not because of the exercise she did but because she was so frightened. Nelly was almost four months pregnant, even if she decided to run, she could not outrun the men. Nelly could only sit there and hope they were not harmful or bad people.

he adds, his deep voice echoing through the mind-link, “I’ll lower my speed-ordinary Alpha level.” A flicker of relief surges through me. At least he won’t be running at his full speed—that would be a death sentence. “Try to catch me,” he says, his voice steady and unbothered. And then he bolts. For a heartbeat, I’m frozen in place, stunned by how quickly he moves even at this reduced speed. Then instinct kicks in, and I launch forward, my paws digging into the dirt as I sprint after him. The cool evening air rushes past me, and the thrill of the chase sparks an exhilarating fire in my chest.

‘’What happening to me ‘’ I whispered I’ve never been the type to be caught dead in a pack forest , I’m a survivor and a fighter whatever’s happening now can’t be ordinary. I tried to move forward but I just ended up crashing on the cold muddy floor . I wanted the pain to go away, I was new to this feeling. Struggling to get up I heard fast approaching footsteps behind me . Reaching for the shard of broken glass I had collected before escaping I crawled out of the opening and quickly resting my back behind the large tree . I was grateful for my cover as I tightened my hold around the glass silently waiting . The footsteps got quiet , Turing my head and peeping to see who it was I heard a voi

he goes on and on and on. I am totally having a dilemma right now. What idea am I capable of sharing when I am just merely an impostor? I pray profusely and call all the Holy Saints I know. Five of them, I guess . . Oh, wait . . is Fred a saint? Whatever. I become more and more anxious when I notice the woman right next to me. She has started moving her chair. The rugged looking guy also follows. He is obviously irritated by it but still obliges. After noticing that I am the one only who is not moving, I force myself to do the same thing.

He dont know how she will do it, but that is the least thing he can do. … Errizel was crazily combing every information about strinthles inside her mind. Her adrenaline was put to use and helps her mind to run at fast pace to the point that she was put in an illusion that her surrounding was in a slow motion. She was able to notice the fear and despair in Coltons eyes as he stares at her. His mouth opened and shouted, Fire, Young Miss! They fear the fire!

The old man started walking and we followed him. We are at the back of them and I looked at him confuse when I sense that he is walking so slow intentionally. "Stop smiling at them baby...because you are undeniably gorgeous and hot even pregnant." He whispered in my ear that made me stilled. I heard him chuckled and guide me to follow those men. Pervert!! I rolled my eyes and let him hold me. I don't know where are we heading but the fact that these people stand with authority and power...I couldn't help to think that they have an idea to what's going on to us....even about Cedric.

Nwa territory bayou Chloe slipped into her room, her mind racing. She changed quickly, then crept outside, bolting into the woods. Her breaths came sharp as she reached the edge of the clearing. There he was, Hunter, pacing back and forth. He stopped suddenly, his head snapping toward her. They stood frozen, staring at each other. She took a step. So did he. The closer they got, the more their wrists burned. “I just wanted to see you, Hunter,” Chloe said, her voice breaking. “I miss you.”