Chasing Slow Book Novels & Stories

“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.

The wolves are moving in slow motion, the snow, everything except for me. This is my chance to run for my life. So I do so, I run and run and run, and this time my legs are moving, and I’m running and not jogging on a spot. I look back, and the wolves are indeed chasing, but they’re running slowly. And werewolves are extremely fast. Very fast. I look forward and continue running, but I stop when I see something like a shooting star falling toward me from the sky. The light blasts me, and I expect to receive a sharp, painful feeling. But I don’t feel anything.

But instead of stopping, he broke into a run. I bolted after him, my legs moving faster than I thought possible. The person was fast, but there was something off about his speed. Viktor was never this slow, and I knew it. This had to be one of his men, sent to scout my location and report back. I pushed harder, closing the distance. The thrill of the chase, the rush of adrenaline—this was my territory.

It's still under editing. So, I'll be starting a new book really really really soon. Title: Chasing his (Synopsis) For the mission, for his ego, for his love, for it all, he had to get her. Renee was smart, gentle, beautiful, cool, loved by everyone. Working at the club one night, as usual, she bumped into the hot dude. The most famous guy on campus. All she wanted to do was to serve him one drink, but he wanted something more.

I slam the one in front of me aside and slash it into two with my claws. He runs away again and I keep an eye on him while pursuing him. The row of bookshelves is betwixt us, and when he suddenly vanishes from my surveillance, I stop running in a snap and refrained from being hit by the shelf again. I scratch the whole shelf where he's hiding behind but he dodges again and we only circulate around it. I push that shelf with one hand, then the row of the bookshelves fell like dominos. He remains ahead of me and between is the broken shelf. "What's this?" I mock. "After you play hide and seek, you're playing chase. I'm not impressed with the brevity of your guts. If you keep running, your belo

A year after to be exact. ******************************************************* What are your thoughts on the synopsis of Travis’ book? For one, he’s not the one doing the chasing, hehe. Updates start soon! CHASING THE COLD-HEARTED BILLIONAIRE LET ME LOVE YOU, MR BILLIONAIRE

Chase refused to show his face. I texted him to stop lurking and come out already. He only laughed it off, said he wasn't going to do that, that the whole fun was in the mystery, and told me to just go home. I climbed into Nicholas's passenger seat, and the back-and-forth rolled on the whole drive. Chase made himself my LA guide, starting with a whole field manual on spotting the fuckboys out here, the gait, the lean, the way they materialize the moment a new girl lands.

Angela's POV The tapping of my pen against the desk is rhythmic, almost hypnotic, as I stare at the document in front of me. The words blur together, the details slipping through my mind like water through my fingers. No matter how hard I try to focus, my thoughts keep drifting back to the folder with Grayson Enterprises stamped on the cover. It’s been days since Michael decided we’d move forward with the collaboration, and though the meeting hasn’t been scheduled yet, the anticipation hangs over me like a storm cloud.

The ground was far from level, my footfall sending little bites of dirt flying up in heedless wings. Something was chasing me. I didn’t know what it was, but I felt it. Its heaviness bore down on me, stifling, too heavy. My lungs burned and my muscles screamed, but I kept running. Then, suddenly— A silvery light cleaved the darkness. I skidded to a halt, panting. The light throbbed, became brighter — then it became a shape — A wolf. Not just any wolf. A great, angelic wolf with golden-molten eyes.

As soon as he realizes I'm still watching, he freezes, then quickly turns on his heel and takes off. I'm intrigued - Why is he trying to escape? My instincts tell me to follow him. I take off in a sprint, as I chase after the suspicious guy. My heart races with adrenaline as I gain on him. Thanks to my track days in high school, I'm able to quickly close the gap between us. I launch myself at him, tackling him to the ground. We both hit the pavement hard, the pain shot hard but I'm grateful that I'm able to catch him.