Jared Chance Novel Novels & Stories

*** *Jared* What had just happened in the throne room? Nothing was as overwhelming as that sensation. I thought I’d been through a lot in my life. I remembered the fear and despair of watching my mother die in front of my eyes, I remembered the trauma of the first time I had to kill a rogue at age thirteen and I also remembered the indescribable ecstasy and freedom when I shifted for the very first time, but none of those were as strong as this brand new feeling that was coursing through me now. When I walked through the door and locked eyes with Claire, the world no longer mattered. She was the one and only focus of every nerve and every cell of my entire being.

“What’d you think, with summer a few weeks off you needed another ticket onto the gravy train? That sniffing around my sister would get you back by the poolside? Forget it, Channing! Melora’s not like the rest of your... dates. The girls who go out with trash like you to solve their daddy issues.” Chance’s blood, already hot, began to boil beneath the rise of a deep-seated pride held too long in check. It was absurd and he knew it. But still, something in the jab stung. Hit a little too close to an insecurity he didn’t want to acknowledge. A sense of alienation he couldn’t quite get past. “Go to hell, Channing!” “After you, dickhead! And here…” Brando went for his wallet and pulled out a sta

I panicked and tried to snatch the book but Enzo quickly held my hand and smirked before letting me go as he walked towards Jade's. Jade cleared her throat and stood up straight with a devilish grin on her face. "Okay here it is, listen guys. January 17, 3:45 p.m. I haven't seen him around, he wasn't with his friends either. I don't know where he was, I hope to see him before this day end, my energizer..." Jade even soften her voice reading my diary. "Aw! Our little Charlie here is in love! What if you read more!" Mae joined as they started to cheer. "More! More! More! More!"

Of course, I could feel the stares and hear the whispers on the wind, but I wasn't feeling brave enough yet to make eye contact. So much for being able to hold my own; what the hell happened? These were not teenage girls the way I knew teenage girls. I've never seen so much cleavage and crotch shots outside of one of Jared's freaky magazines that he kept hidden under his mattress. Jared had stopped in front of some other pigskin drones apparently and was introducing me around. Somebody mentioned something to him about Jace not being here yet, and the conversation went on from there to football, of course.

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

When I got home, I married my books and read them so harder than I have ever done. Jared came home some minutes later and we sat together at the sit-out. I didn't pay much attention to him since I was being a book warm. I spent more time reading history because it was simply fascinating. Some brought tears to my eyes but most of them were eventful. "Everyone at the pack house is going through chaos because of Keiran. He shouldn't have left and now those rogues are definitely cooking up something." Jared complained like he usually does when something bothers him so much.

When my husband, a college professor, suddenly asked to sleep in separate rooms, I knew he had developed feelings for one of his female students. Then that student hit our seven-year-old son with her car, leaving him paralyzed. I gave Cedric Langley two choices. Either send her to prison, or make sure she never graduated and force her to spend the rest of her life paying for what she'd done. But when Cedric came home, he dropped to his knees beside me, his eyes rimmed red. "She was so ashamed that she took her own life. I'll never betray you or our child again." He smashed the student's gravestone, burned everything connected to her, and became the devoted husband and father he had once

Chris I watch Muna squeal as she is chased by other children in my cousin Adam’s backyard. It is his youngest daughter’s birthday, and the kids are enjoying a pool party on this sunny afternoon in September. If the weather outlook is anything to go by, we won’t have a lot more ofthese before the cooler weather arrives. A child I recognize as April, Adam’s sister’s daughter, helps Muna into the colourful inflatable pool set up for younger children, and I smile as she giggles and splashes in the water. Looking at her, my daughter, it still feels surreal that this perfect cherub is mine. Despite everything we’ve already been through, in spite of how much this journey of fatherhood has upended t

With El Azul's team working discreetly behind the scenes and Cordelia by his side, Jared knew they had a fighting chance to dismantle the corruption that threatened their lives. As they ventured deeper into the dangerous labyrinth, they would discover just how far the tendrils of deceit and power reached. Each step forward would test their resolve, their trust, and the strength of their burgeoning bond. But they were determined to emerge victorious, to shine a light on the darkness that threatened their world. The battle against Senator Ivan had just begun, and the story of Jared and Cordelia was far from over. Together, they would weather the storm, their hearts entwined as they fought for

“Great …..Let us know of any new development “they kissed her goodbye and left. Jared woke up in a total darkness, nowadays she had been used to this kind of an environment, it didn’t make him nervous any more. After all, he was about to be covered by the earth and he wondered if people will mourn for his demise. May be, he would be able to rest. The problem he had faced in his time in the world were too much, it was time for him to leave everything. You could curse him and call him names for giving up that easily, but he was tired and overwhelmed.