Chasing Wild Book Novels & Stories

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Aww,Bella can walk and talk now. *Sheds tears* my baby is all grown up. Any way I'm planning to start a new book once I'm done with this book. It's not a sequel because there might never bee a sequel for Chasing Tara. Scratch that there won't be a sequel. Any way the book I will be starting after Chasing Tara is Called Beneath the cover. I'll give you the description very soon. All ideas are welcome but this is teen fiction. That means no wolves, vampires, witches and other supernatural stuff. Its completely human.

"You're worth being chased, Troy." "And you're also worth chasing back, Abigail." I grinned and joined Abigail in dancing to the beautiful agony of the song once more. I am unable to control my emotions on my own, and I don't want this night to end without expressing my whole love for my cherished wife. I still want to pursue my treasure till my soul soars and my body burns to ashes, even if we stopped chasing one other years ago.. Chasing her back was the best decision I've ever made in my entire life. And I have no regrets; she made me happy and gave me the unexpected love I couldn't ever imagine.

Without a second thought, I turned and bolted after it, my instincts taking over as I gave chase with reckless abandon. "Mason, come on!" I called out over my shoulder, my voice a desperate plea as I raced through the forest in pursuit of the elusive figure. "We have to catch it!" Mason raced after me, his powerful strides easily keeping pace with my own as we tore through the underbrush, our senses honed to a razor's edge as we chased our quarry with single-minded determination. The forest blurred past us in a flurry of colors and shapes, the adrenaline of the chase and a fear more primal coursing through my veins like fire as I pushed myself to the limits of my endurance.

“And maybe that phone too.” I take a step back, clutching my bag tighter. “I don’t want any trouble,” I say carefully. “Well, you found some,” the shorter one sneers, taking a step closer. Before I can react, the taller one lunges, grabbing at my arm. I scream, stumbling back as I try to pull free. It’s just like before. Trapped in an alley, my heart racing, ears ringing. It’s like I’m there all over again. “Let her go!”

And on the front porch stood Krishna, with all my sisters behind her. She looked at me with a stoic expression. "Finders, keepers!" I shouted at her. Her brows furrowed, obviously confused. I smirked and continued walking. I'm not letting her resurrect the Great Witch. And the only way, is finding the golden trinket first. I turned my back to the mansion I once called home and grabbed the keys to my black mini cooper car. It’s time to finally feel freedom and blend into the crowd of humans in the city.

Laura finally left me alone with my book. I love my books, where I could escape from my reality into another world of people's minds. Sometimes I would think, that was my therapy. I would feel better in the inside minds of brilliant authors. Lost in fictions of heroes, knights, and kingdoms where all led up to bravery, strength, and persistence. I would get lost, and caught up in the story and found out another day had gone by, and the sky was getting darker.

It made me smile. I pulled the bag of candy out of my pocket and presented it to her, “Twizzler?” She chuckled and took one out of the bag. “Is this what you do for fun now? Kidnap girls in the middle of the night and drive them to the middle of nowhere and fill them with sugar as you wait for the sunrise?” “It’s what I do with YOU now, yes. Don’t get me wrong, chasing the sun is awesome and you were right about the exercise and getting out of the house, but what about just sitting back and enjoying what nature had to offer?”

My powerful hind legs kicked up a spray of white snow as I pushed off the ground, accelerating instantly into a full sprint. The thrill of the chase was entirely intoxicating. The freezing wind whipped through my silver-white fur, carrying the scent of the wild mountains. I darted between the thick trunks of the pine trees, my paws finding perfect purchase on the slippery, frozen rocks. I didn't think about my footing. I let pure, unadulterated instinct take the wheel. I heard the heavy, thundering sound of Cullen’s paws hitting the earth right behind me.

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.