Chasing Sunsets Quotes

A fresh start... Morgan Eastman cannot wait to finish high school. One more year is all that stands in the way of her new life. A way out… Ethan Lowry has it all. Well, almost. Captain of the soccer team, beloved by all, the only thing he needs… is to get away from home. Escape the prison holding him back. A bet that would ruin them both… Ethan soon learns the bet isn’t going as planned. Instead of Morgan falling for him, for the first time in his life, he is chasing after her. How didn’t he notice it before? Morgan is stunning. She’s smart. She’s kind. She’s everything he ever wanted. Everything he ever needed. This couldn’t possibly be love… could it? There’s only one thing Ethan knows for certain. Morgan can never find out about the bet. It would ruin them. And now, the only thing Ethan needs most in his life… is Morgan. If all is fair in love and war, then why does it hurt so… damn… much?

Saraya was about to take the plunge into marital bliss when an unusually dressed hunk of a man interrupted her wedding in the rudest and most obnoxious manner. Threatening her husband-to-be and carting her off as if she was his property?! Saraya was beyond peeved. But then she soon found out the life she lived may not be hers after all. After spending more than a decade rescuing and chasing his mate’s soul reincarnating in the same body over and over, Dane has had it. He had had enough of the tearing anguish of watching her taken from him, and the pain of having to remind her over and over who he was. And after losing her for the sixth time, he wanted the anomaly that kept tearing them apart broken once and for all, even if it meant losing her forever.

Every week, mt mate Alpha Bruce dragged a new side-chick into our bed. Right in front of me. They clawed at each other like I didn't exist. Each time felt like silver shredding through my chest, my wolf howling from the inside out. He did it to hurt me. On purpose. Over and over. Using their bodies to spit on what we used to be. Then came our ten-year anniversary banquet. He waltzed in with his side-piece—Moye. Five years he'd been screwing her. She wore my heels. My custom gown. Even the mate ring and necklace I once thought meant forever. Bruce stood there, smirking in front of the whole pack. "Don't like what she's wearing? Strip yours and hand it over. And don't bother coming to my bed tonight—she's a hundred times better." The room howled with laughter. I was the punchline. But I stood up, met his eyes, and said, "I want to break the bond." He snorted. "You've said that, what, a hundred times? I'm over it. You begged me to mark you, remember? Gave up your pride for that Luna crown." More laughter. But what none of them saw coming? This time, I was done. Done with him. Done with the Luna title. Done chasing something dead. I was ready to sever the mate bond—for real.

Rafael Villarante is a hot and gorgeous model with a billion-dollar net worth. He is well known as a captivating bachelor and promising businessman. He is a heartless playboy who always gets what he wants. But after Rafael took over his father's company, his life became miserable as he became engaged to the bratty heiress, Zephanie Buenaflor.  Fleur Guevarra is known for her beauty and brains. She is an independent, wayward, and heartless woman. For her, men are just nothing and shouldn't be taken seriously. Fleur is prominent as one of the most successful women in the fashion and business industries. But behind her success, she seeks revenge on Zerina Cortez.    Rafael doesn't believe in love and destiny; chasing a woman is not part of his vocabulary. But that changed when Rafael met Fleur, who made him seriously fall in love for the first time.  Rafael became obsessed with her, but Fleur often left him. Fate plays along and takes over when their paths cross again.  Teron Villarante returns home after a long time and suddenly announces that he has decided to get married. Rafael's heart shatters as he discovers Fleur and his brother want to settle down with Fleur. Rafael tries to reach out as the wedding approaches, but Fleur seems to have significantly changed and is distant from him. Rafael appears to lose his sanity when he suddenly asks Fleur to run away. Will Rafael can still get what he wants this time? Or will he just let Fleur end up with his brother? 

After many years of chasing her dreams she decided to stop being a perfectionist, to stop trying to be the very best in everything she does. Jo wanted to put her big dreams aside for a little while. She had realised that she needed to live life to the fullest and forget about perfection. After all, nobody is perfect. Jo needed to reset and she planned to do this far away from her normal, everyday life. She took a few days off and decided to visit friends, most of whom she hadn't seen for years. That's when the trouble began.

My parents separated last year. But we are very close to each other, my parents used to be best buddies before they got together. My mom's name is Rose Kings and my father's name is Gabriel Kings. My parents are very wealthy and my mom is the President and CEO of a 5-star Hotel and restaurant, my dad is the president and CEO of a hospital name Thomas clinic. Will he give up on chasing her or will he fall for his maid he knows nothing about.

For ten years, Kim Danielson loved Nathan Pearce. But when she finally became his wife, he made one thing clear—he could never love her back. She spent two years chasing an emotionless man and fighting for his attention, which left her heartbroken and exhausted, turning her love into bitter resentment. Determined to reclaim her happiness, Kim demands a divorce. But Nathan refuses to let her go. Just as Nathan starts to soften toward her, his first love returns, ready to take her rightful place by his side. At the same time, Kim’s old friend, Giovanni Ferraro, steps in, offering her the love and devotion Nathan couldn't give her. Caught between a man who will never love her and one who’s ready to give her the world, Kim faces an impossible choice—fight for the marriage she built on pain or embrace a future filled with passion with Giovanni Ferraro.

After being pushed down the stairs by my husband's first love, I suffered a difficult labor with our second child and died in a corner of their family's private hospital. Before I died, my six-year-old son cried and begged for his father to save me. The first time, Shawn sneered. "Your mom's gotten smarter, using you to play the victim and trick people." After that, he flung my son's hand away and left heartlessly. The second time, my son told him I was bleeding uncontrollably. Shawn was clearly impatient. "She's being so dramatic, it's just a miscarriage, nothing serious. She's always made mountains out of molehills!" After chasing my son away, he even told the doctors not to care for me. "It's my fault for spoiling her. She'll know what she did wrong once I let her have a hard time for a few days." The last time, my son went to my husband's first love Jasmine, kneeling in front of her and knocking his head on the ground, begging her. Shawn flew into a rage and ordered bodyguards to throw my battered and bruised son out of the hospital room, allowing others to laugh at his misfortune. "If you come bother Jasmine while she's resting again, I'll kick your mom out of our family! She'll never see you again!" My son crawled to my side, leaving behind a long trail of blood. And so, I laid there helplessly as I felt the warmth escape both my son and I. 'Are you happy now, Shawn? You'll never see us again.'

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"

It was Christmas Eve. Once again, my parents left me alone at home, chasing triple pay at work. However, after twenty years of the same lonely holiday, I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t want to sit in the quiet house by myself again, so I packed up some sandwiches and went to them. What I didn’t expect was to see them stepping out of a luxury car, arms linked with a boy who looked about my age, laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world, heading straight into a five-star hotel. “Mom, Dad, is it okay to leave Suzie all alone at home like that?” My mom waved it off and said, “It’s fine. She’s used to it.” My dad just brushed it off with a chuckle. “She’s nothing like you. You're our real treasure.” Upon hearing that, I turned and walked away. They'd been pretending to be broke all these years, lying to me about working overtime, about scraping by. Well, fine. If they don’t want me, I’m done wanting them, too.