Game Of Chase Novels & Stories

I run as fast as I can. When I felt like I was no longer chased by that guy, I lean on a wall and relax. God, why are all of these happening so suddenly? I almost jumped on my feet when I was in a corner by a guy I met earlier. He's leaning closer to me, he smells so nice, it's a mix of mint and smoke. So all this time he's smoking? He's hella stunning! He's so handsome with his thick eyebrows and pointed nose. I must say that he's freaking rich by the watch on his wrist and the way his tuxedo perfectly suits his body. He leans closer to me and smells the side of my lips. My heart is beating so fast.

He turned his car in the direction of Ash's house. “Is that all I can get? It's not fair!” Nelly wailed. “You owe me eight hundred!” Emma declared triumphantly. “Who?” Ash and Nelly asked in unison. They were playing monopoly game and the game was very interesting. They had so much fun that day. Firstly, they cleaned the house in the morning, cooked and baked in the afternoon. Later, they ate pizza and watched a movie and now, they were playing monopoly. They looked like a perfect family, a man, his wife and daughter. Emma was enjoying herself. There was indeed no dull moment with uncle Ash as her mother had said.

“Evelyn, you’re risking years of work. Years. We fought to get this company where it is. Are you prepared to throw all that away over— over what? A vendetta?” I could feel the room constricting around me, the shadows in the corners stretching longer, darker. The phone sat on the counter like a live wire, buzzing intermittently, a small, merciless reminder that this was no longer theoretical. This was not a game with stakes I could calculate in spreadsheets, or a negotiation that could be cornered into calm phrases and legalese. This was a hunt. And I was the prey, the bait, the target — and yet, in the same breath, the one who would fight back.

“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.

I couldn't see a damn thing, but I was surprisingly calm. “We’re going to play a littl’ game darlin’” Jesse started in a gruff voice. “We are both going to pleasure you and you have to guess who’s, who.” Chase added with more excitement in his voice. “Now darlin’ if you guess right, you’ll get a treat. But of you’re wrong, you get a punishment. Okay?” “Okay!” I replied a little too eagerly than I'd planned making my cheeks flush red.

He kissed our intertwined hands and went back to watching the games being played in front of us. The event started with a badminton match and was on a very interesting archery game when Chase made his appearance. A very disheveled one, I must say. He looked drunk, in fact. His eyes were bloodshot and his clothes ruffled. Aaron frowned and looked at Nash. Who in turn nodded, understanding his brother’s signal, I guess.

I didn't exactly know what I was getting myself into but I need something to distract myself or I might end up doing something that will reveal our 'relationship' with the others. "What game?" he asked, his eyes boring straight to my soul. "Cham Cham Cham? The winner gets to flick the loser's forehead," I told him and he groaned. (Cham Cham Cham is a game also named as On-Two-Look in other countries. 2 players face each other, and player 1 points at player 2’s face and says “one, two, look.” And on the word “look” they point in a direction. If the other player copies the other, they lose)

“I rest my case. Until you actually make one, you can’t claim to know how.” Chase stomps into view, holding a bottle of water and wearing an almost comical scowl on his face. “I’m going to murder you in your sleep.” “You’d have to find me first,” Finley grins. “And your know I’m very good at hiding. Like, top-tier hide-and-seek champion.” Chase narrows his eyes. “You’re trying to distract me. What did you do?” “Me? Nothing.” Finley stretches, looking far too smug to be innocent. “Although, if your water tastes a little… spicy…”

If it weren’t for ‘Alex’’s young age, Justin might have suggested playing a round of live-action laser tag. “Wow, you two are amazing!” the booth operator exclaimed. “I’ve been running this booth for years, but I’ve never seen two people both score perfect rounds! Father and son, right? You’re unstoppable!” He gestured to a row of large plush toys. “Pick one, kiddo.” Chase shook his head. “I don’t want one.” He wasn’t a fan of stuffed toys. “We’re not father and son,” Chase corrected seriously. “He’s my uncle.”

he replied before capturing her lips for a deep kiss that lasted several seconds long. "Take your mind out of the gutter," Jessie urged him, breaking away from the kiss, though she sincerely felt like going on with it, but she knew her plan wouldn't work out if she got distracted. "What game do you suggest then? I'll play whatever game you want," Chase smiled. "Okay, I want us to play Truth or Dare," Jessie said and announced the rules which involved drinking half a glass of whiskey whenever any of them failed to answer a question or fulfill a dare.