Jared Chance Wikipedia Novels & Stories

Lilly The next morning, Kimberly set a cup of coffee on my table for Chance before I even had a chance to sit down. Glancing at the clock, I noted it was little after eight. Chance said working hours started at nine. “I’m not late, right?” I asked, worried I might have misunderstood. I stayed up later than normal, googling Chance Macklemore. Wealthy parents. Playboy father. Chance served in the military - Special Forces. Huge scandal in regards to his ex-wife. Yeah, there were some surprising revelations on the internet, and it only gave me a glimpse into the man he was today.

’ 'Right now, the only person I can count on is Chloe. In the Chairman’s office of Johnston Group. The atmosphere there was tense. Jared sat on a black leather couch with a laid-back attitude. Three men were sitting opposite him. They were Murphy, Castor, and a middle-aged man who was drinking his tea casually. He was Jared’s eldest uncle, Henry. Jared was the acting president after he came back. Henry was working at a subsidiary. He rarely came to the headquarter. But he looked like he came here to dispense justice.

"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

The ninety-eighth time, she indulged him after he killed our child. The ninety-ninth time, she indulged him and helped him evade justice. Vivian Blake really had only one chance left. The exhaust dust pulled me back to reality. Caleb once said he could only sit in the passenger seat, and he only didn't get carsick when Vivian drove. "Then let's use one chance. You can take a cab anyway." Ever since I nodded that time, Vivian's car had become his private ride. She no longer needed to ask me even once.

he asked in a hoarse voice, eyes flicking up nervously, “Do you know Serena? Does anyone here know Serena? Serena Ava Morales, anyone?” His voice trembled—less from the cold than from fear. Rita blinked, sluggishly trying to process. The man reeked—of sweat, filth, and desperation. He looked half-homeless. This man was Jared—Serena’s cousin. The only surviving member of the Garcia family. After the family’s downfall, Jared had vanished without a trace. Now, hunted and ragged, he had resurfaced, clinging to one final hope: Serena. He had no one left to turn to. No one to trust. But even if they'd fallen out long ago—and she’d blocked his number—Serena was the only person he could think of who

Before I knew it, he was right in front of me. "You don't remember me? When we were kids, playing house, you fought to be my bride," he said. "Does that ring a bell now?" My face instantly flushed. That childhood memory suddenly sharpened, like it had only happened yesterday. He was Skyler Jensen. Our families had once been neighbors, and we had practically grown up together. But in high school, his family had moved abroad, and we had lost touch over the years. It had been over a decade. The Skyler I remembered was a teenager, but now he looked more mature.

Jared immediately went down on his knees, he couldn’t go to Area Dars, that place was a war zone. Anything could kill him. He could get shot by a stray bullet or worse he might get bombed. Jared shivered at the thought of getting bombed, he hadn’t even met the girl of his dreams. He was too young to die. “I was just talking nonsense boss, of course you know what is best for the company,” Jared pleaded. Alex simply stared as his secretary in amusement, a self satisfied smile tugged at his mouth.

The door opened and Jared walked into the room. They hadn't really talked since he arrived but he had been nicer, smiled more and very warm towards her... And especially to little Jack. He wasn't so so terribly intimidating anymore. He had turned out to be surprisingly charming. And he loved Jack. His new nephew. He’d perch Jack on his big, broad chest while he read, informing the baby of any interesting movement on the share market. “This boy is a Rohan indeed,” he’d declared one day. "Can’t start learning too soon.”

"Too many... too many memories that I should be able to forget, but they never really go away." Jared stared at her silently, his expression calm, unreadable. Caroline didn't realize that behind his calmness and patience, Jared had spent months searching for the man who haunted his wife's life. Jared was willing to cross boundaries he had never imagined before, walk through hidden places, meet people he never wanted to know. All to find traces of Max, the man who has destroyed Caroline's heart and life. When night falls and Caroline sinks into the silence of her room, Jared often stays awake in his study. He engages in secret phone calls, talking to mysterious men who know the underworld and

The roommate rolled his eyes and said, "If there's such a good opportunity, why didn't you take us with you?" The guy said seriously, "You guys are too ugly. No one would want you even if you paid them." The roommate questioned, "But Jared, you don't need any money. Why are you doing this?" Comment by Zhulin Yap: All mentions of "Jared" in this document were previously "Joel". The following chapters (from 0516 onwards) use Jared, so I've amended all instances of "Joel" here to "Jared". Please amend if incorrect!