He Chased Me With Desperation Novel Novels & Stories

Sitting up, I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply in an attempt to quiet the crippling waves of depression that threatened to consume my mind. Swinging the door open, I braced myself for whatever hell today had in store. I was alive, or at least some twisted version of it. I still had no access to Athena, a husband who not only betrayed me but sought to imprison me, and the agony of watching my best friend die right after I told him he was never my friend at all. My eyes were open, my feet moving in this chaotic mess of it all; I supposed that counted for something. Chase lounged on a long, pin-cushioned couch. His arms stretched out behind him, one leg casually crossed over the other. Women faw

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t play dumb. You know which one.” I clutched the pillow tighter to my chest, heart drumming. Something about him made my pulse skip, like my body knew him even though my mind resisted. “I don’t have a book,” I said, trying not to smile. He moved toward me with lazy confidence, like a lion stalking his mate. “Don’t make me chase you.” My breath caught and then I ran. I darted around the bed, squealing, the hem of my nightdress brushing against my calves. My laughter bounced off the walls as he chased me, knocking over a stack of cushions in his pursuit.

" I needed no further invitation. I dart down the path and take the next turn to my right. I heard his footsteps behind me as he pursued me. If he managed to catch me without anyone around, What's stopping him from raping me or, worse, seeing the mark on my neck? As I reach for a bend, his hand latches around my shoulder, yanking me backward. With his other arm, he smacks me and pins me against him. I could feel his breath on my neck. "The chase is always the best part of the hunt. Don't you think so too? " I remain still. "Yes, I do." "There's this fascinating thing about being the prey." He whispers in my ear with sadistic amusement. Deep down, some twisted parts of us want to be caught by

But the feeling in my chest won’t leave me alone. I finally understand what it is. The ache that never fades. The fear sitting deep in my bones whenever I imagine trying to reach for him and him letting me go. Desperation. I’m desperate. Hopelessly, completely desperate, and I don’t know what to do with it. The feeling isn’t new. I’ve known it for most of my life. Desperation to survive when I realised my mother was gone and that man in the leather jacket would come for me next. Desperation to be loved by Victor and Elara, even while they slowly broke my heart. Desperation to protect my daughter, to find her, to know she was safe.

"The Moon Goddess will curse me for this, but the abduction went exactly as I planned. The trauma will keep her close. She'll never walk away from me now. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to her." I covered my eyes, flustered and afraid the tears would spill. A heavy ache rolled through my chest. So, the one Carl wanted beside him in the light was never me. All our happiness—our meeting, our love, and the bond we shared as mates—was never real. It was just a beautiful illusion I'd crafted for myself from the start. I closed the diary and tucked it carefully back into its hiding place. It wasn't until I'd left the study that I finally let the tears fall.

We only make it as far as the kitchen door. He nudges my chin up with his thumb; he is going to kiss me again; it is so wrong. It is so wrong how badly I want him to. Our lips crash together like the colliding of stars. His lips are soft, but there is a hard desperation behind them, a need. He kisses me soft and warm at first. Then he pulls back a little, staring into my eyes. I can see that his eyes have crumbled; I can see the panic there, the desperation, the relief.

“I built my life without you. I don’t need you anymore.” Something flashes in his eyes—pain, regret, maybe even desperation—but I don’t let myself feel anything for it. I turn away. “Goodbye, Lyle.” I don’t look back as I walk away. A part of me half expects Lyle to go after me; not to make sure I’m okay, exactly, but because he’s never known how to let things go. He doesn’t follow. Instead, I stride through the building, leaving him behind, a mixture of disappointment and relief settling heavily in my stomach.

The men in black exit the bar parlor as they ran after them. Luckily, Alice's car was still there. Bianca hopped in the car as Henry hops in the driver's seat. He ignited the car engine and he starts driving wildly. The men in the black car raced after them. "Gosh! Will my misfortune repeat itself?" Bianca slammed her palm on her forehead as her heart was racing along with the car. Out of fear? Or out of love? What happens next? Will Henry and Bianca get captured or not? Why don't you slide for the next chapter?

Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one hitching in her throat as she weaved through the narrow corridors, her frantic movements sending old flour sacks tumbling to the ground. She was fast, I’d give her that. Desperation had a way of making people move like cornered rats, a blend of terror and pure survival instinct. But I wasn’t about to let her scurry away. Not this time. I chased after her, vaulting over overturned crates, my boots thudding heavily against the grimy floor. My pulse thundered in my ears, my lungs burning with exertion, but the fire only fueled me. Every step I took, every inch I gained, I thought about what this woman had done to me seven months ago.

I didn't have the strength or desire to comfort her in her sadness because I wondered whether to ask the Moon Goddess to take me too. Despite my broken legs and arms, I tried to get closer to Chase's body and leave this world with him, embracing him until my last breath. Every inch I got closer to him hurt like hell, and every second I spent closing the distance felt like forever. The pain was unbearable, but my determination was stronger, so I suffered in the name of love.