Jared Chance Novel Romane & Geschichten

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"I understand, Father. Everything is under control." The conversation drifted back to lighter topics, but I couldn't shake the sudden heavy feeling in my chest. I glanced at Cassie. She was smiling, but her eyes looked incredibly calculating as she stared at her plate. A strange intuition told me she was planning something, but I had no idea just how dangerous her thoughts were. ************* THIRD PERSON The morning came with absolute chaos as Jared hurriedly prepared for the meeting today. Jared was a man who prided himself on flawless punctuality, but the universe seemed to be working against him today. He had spent the entire night locked in his home study, reviewing paperwork, cross-che

“You were there too, weren’t you? He was carrying you.” The guy’s blue eyes went a little distant. “Yeah. That was me.” He tried to move, but Calder pinned him to his side. “Let go, will you? Jesus.” He tugged himself away, Calder reluctantly allowing it. “I’m Jared,” he said. “And you’re safe here. Completely. I was going to call you soon, I’d gotten distracted. We had some trouble, and then we went to freaking Canada—anyway. Long story.” He’d come close enough to touch. Jared. Who’d been in the same place as me, had been broken enough, like me, to be useless in the escape—but stood here in front of me, looking mostly recovered, at home, safe and sound.

Chance never released my hand as we left the clouds and death behind, escaping if only for a little while. He just kept murmuring, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you forever,” into my temple. But would it be enough? Could we survive joining the mafia? Jack said that Chance killing Marino meant he had to become the next Ill Padrino in order for both Chance and I to be safe. What's the plan, daddy? Tell me what's going on in your head. All I could hear was him telling me that he could not give me shame and death, all those months ago now.

" I sobbed on cue, deliberately stoking his greed while tamping down his suspicion. As expected, Nick didn't seethe—he exulted. "Good! That's perfect, Jessica. You did well!" he crowed. "This isn't humiliation—it's our chance to show the world!" To him, pride counted for nothing against three billion. "Carrie will be home today. Don't worry, the safe will be there at the auction." When I hung up, the timid mask dropped from my face. Only scorn remained. Will stepped close and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Now we wait for the fish to bite," he murmured.

It was different not living with my parents, and while it felt like freedom, I couldn’t help but miss my parents and little brother Adam. “I already called us an uber. They should be here in a bit,” said Ava as we got into the elevator, leading us to the lobby. Just like she said, as we got out of the building our uber driver pulled in. “You’re going to have so much fun!” she said with a wide grin. On the outside, I smiled in response as we walked to the Uber driver. On the inside, I couldn’t help but get a weird feeling that something life-changing was about to happen. Which made me even more nervous.

Even though the risks were high, the benefits were equally rewarding. The guests started contemplating at this time. After all, who would not be tempted to take on the leadership role of the metaphysics circle? Charlie did not say anything as he continued sitting in his chair. He felt that Jack was too ambitious. Charlie did not have any interest in the metaphysics alliance but he planned to stay behind just to watch the show. Very soon, a middle-aged man with a beard stood up. After that, the man took out a piece of jade before he placed it on his palm. The jade shone brightly as the wind blew against it. At this time, the man suddenly spoke up, “I am Jared Young from Dayton. I would like t

48 Alex The phone in my hand felt like a block of lead, its faint glow casting an eerie light across the darkened room. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling as I stared at the message for the third—no, fourth—time, hoping that somehow the words would change or that I’d wake up from this nightmare. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."

Chance wasted no time in transferring the contents from his old phone to his new one, then sent the voice note and the photo he secretly took of Johnny to TMZ as he walked back home, then dumped the old phone. When he arrived outside his apartment, he noticed an increase of people gathered outside. All striking up excited chatters. At first, he thought it was Kristoff. But he couldn't make out the blonde hair person in the centre of it all. When he got closer, that's when he realised it was Malcom, with a new hair colour and updated clothing style. "Yes, I too have been-" Malcom stopped talking when his eyes landed on Chance. "Chance. There you are. Never thought you were brave enough to sho

In other words, this was a call from his dad. "Caspien," his dad answered, as expected. Caspien frowned. "So...what's the reason?" It wasn't that obvious by his tone, but he was really confused about what was happening. One moment, he was out partying with his friends. He remembered himself blacking out, and then he woke up on a plane flying straight to his forbidden country. His dad explained, "There's something happening in the company, and the safest place for you right now is there."