Female Chubby Chasers Novels & Stories

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

“Come. You need to meet the inner circle.” My stomach flipped. “Do I get a warning label first?” One corner of his mouth tilted. “They already know what you are.” That did not help. ----------------------------------------------- The council chamber was circular, carved into the mountain’s heart. A long obsidian table dominated the space. Wolves sat around it, some in human form, some not bothering to mask the predator beneath their skin. All eyes locked onto me the moment I entered. Not hostile. Assessing. Like I was a weapon they weren’t sure how to sheath.

Thousands of black-and-silver flags fluttered in the crisp spring breeze along Causeway Street, and the chants echoed all the way down into the subterranean parking garage. I stood near the home tunnel, checking the color balance on my secondary lens as the zambonis made their final pass across the glowing ice. "You look entirely too comfortable for someone who just dismantled a corporate board, Hopkins," a deep, smooth voice called out. I turned to see Chase stepping off the carpet runner in his full game gear, minus his helmet. His broad chest filled out the heavy home jersey, the silver "C" gleaming proudly under the arena lights. The small strip of tape over his left eye was gone, leavin

The small boy in my arms giggles. "You're not allowed to hurt the Luna, Alpha" she says stubbornly. Austin's eyebrows lift suddenly and I giggle. I suddenly get an idea. "Kids, come here" I call and soon all the kids in the room come over- ranging from six to fifteen. "I think the Alpha needs to be taught how to take a joke so why don't you play Chase?" Chase is a game that werewolf kids have been playing for centuries. It's the same as tag to humans but a lot messier with us. Instead of there being one person trying to get everyone else, it's everyone else trying to get one person. Austin pales remarkably as I say this and the kids cry out with joy. "Better get running, Your Highness"

Mystical Chubby hesitated for a moment. "Yes. Start now!" Howard confirmed with a nod. "Right away!" Mystical Chubby agreed, nodding back. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! With a swift motion, Mystical Chubby sent a flurry of silver needles flying, targeting some places on the girl's body.

Found a few pictures and recognized just Enid in the photos. Then there was a photo of a teenage Marcella and a teenage Enid on a bicycle. They looked happy. My eyes shifted to the other photos with Chase who looked about six years old with his hair golden, giving a toothless grin before a birthday cake. Chase looked super cute in a way that warmed my heart. I didn't know why but I stuffed the picture into the small plastic bag I was stuffing things that piqued my interest. "Do you think I'm being creepy stuffing these items?"

Chatty smiled brightly, climbed to Nicole’s side, and obediently kissed Nicole’s face. Nicole watched in surprise and joy and hurriedly returned a dozen more kisses to Chatty. Chatty could not stand her mother’s enthusiasm, so she quickly climbed out of bed to look for her father. The little girl still could not stand firmly, but after some practice with Tigger, Chatty could crawl very fast. Nicole still remembered Floyd excitedly showing off to his old friends that his granddaughter could crawl. She finally understood Floyd’s mood. The moments she witnessed with her own eyes were certainly very exciting.

I wanted to know if any of the feral wolves had escaped. I crept out from under the shrub and trotted past it. A flash of dashing brown and tan fur from the corner of my eye stopped me dead in my tracks. I swung my head in the direction I'd seen the creature chasing me, but I couldn't see it any longer. My heart began to beat faster; that color was similar to a cougar. I'm one dead meat.

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?

"There wasn't a snake there. I tried to tell you something. And since you guys wanna do something crazy, I'll just leave here." With that, she walked back into the corridor, left us. My eyes moved to Barb, then to Bella. They both narrowed their eyes at me, biting their lips. "Food war," Barb declared. "At the count of three, we shall begin." She raised her fingers. "One, two…" and snapped them in the air. "Three, fucking go!" Agitated, I grabbed the meatballs, slurping on them crazily. Bella and Barb battled for the little corn dogs, as well as the burnt ends. As soon as Barb spotted me eating the meatballs, she gasped, and struggled to take them before I did.