He Chased Me With Desperation Novel Novels & Stories

Holding the tie, I closed my eyes and tiptoed. Either the fate played wicked keeping them apart or played virtuous bringing them together. It played until their souls chased each other. The End. ••••••••••••• TADAN! Ok, my book ends here. Thank you, my readers, for all your support :) I hope you people enjoyed it. H.LOCKHART.

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.

“You look terrible. What happened?” After seeing Lysa got devoured by a man who was not Vincentio in the middle of the forest, I ran back to the hall and knocked back a few glasses of champagne, trying to erase the image from my eyes. I had been walking mindlessly around the place since then and that’s when Vincentio grabbed me. “Oh I was just- just looking around, you know,” I chuckled nervously, avoiding his eyes. “Like to stroll around? Yeah, I’m familiar with the concept,” he said dryly, “I’ve been searching all over. I guess it’s an oversight on my part. I should have saved your number. Give me your phone.”

Something catches my eye, and I turn back quickly. His big toe. Did I just imagine his toe moving? I wait patiently for it to move again, but there is nothing, and I slump back in frustration. Richard! I want to scream. It's almost a month already. Please get up. My courage, my hope, my excitement, my determination, my strength, and my resolve are beginning to fade off with each passing moment. Please. When it moves again, I jerk upright. And again. “Richard!” I scream, unable to hold myself back with the gush of adrenaline streaming down my spine. “Richard.”

I couldn’t afford to. The echo of my footsteps was drowned out by the doctor’s frantic shouts. "Stop her! Someone stop her!" he cried, his voice tinged with desperation. But I didn’t listen. I couldn’t. My feet moved faster than my mind, each step a blur beneath me as my heart thudded wildly in my chest, pushing me forward with a determination that left no room for hesitation.

Just those words had me quivering, already desperate for him to ravage me into oblivion. Before I could even catch my breath, I was suddenly lifted with ease as Jacob had me pinned underneath him on the bed, his weight crushing me into his bed. The feral glint in his eyes made my core throb with pure exhilaration. “So desperate for me, aren’t you?” he growled against the fevered skin of my neck, his teeth grazing over his mark possessively. I whimpered shamelessly, arching my body against the rigid planes of his in silent supplication.

“And where will you go, Max? You don’t even know where she is.” His words struck too close to truth. I stiffened. He was right—I didn’t know. My chest tightened with helpless fury. “Then I’ll find out,” I snapped. “I’ll tear apart every inch of this land until I do.” He exhaled, long and slow, as though bearing the weight of my madness. His voice lowered, honeyed with false reason. “You can’t let desperation lead you astray. You’re no good to her broken, chasing shadows.”

“Every morning I left the house without telling you where I was going. All I did was search for work. When nothing worked out, I went back to that same boutique and begged to be hired as a designer. The owner finally said yes.” He held her hand and placed it against his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, fast and strong. She never realized how much he had gone through. “Believe me or not, Vanessa—I never had another woman. No mistress. Maybe the woman you saw was just one of my customers. I was handling wedding gowns, after all. The problem is, your cousin Sharon never stops doubting—” “And why is Ate Sharon dragged into this again?” she cut in, curious.

And Zara was the prey. I shoved a terrified sophomore out of the way, ignoring the way he shrieked when I did. My boots slammed against the tile, echoing like war drums. My heart wasn’t beating—it was battering, hammering, threatening to tear its way out of me as I tore through classrooms, down staircases, checking every corner. “Zara!” I barked, my voice raw, cracking with something I never let anyone hear: desperation. But no answer came. I didn’t want to think about why.