Let Him Chase You Novels & Stories

As soon as he realizes I'm still watching, he freezes, then quickly turns on his heel and takes off. I'm intrigued - Why is he trying to escape? My instincts tell me to follow him. I take off in a sprint, as I chase after the suspicious guy. My heart races with adrenaline as I gain on him. Thanks to my track days in high school, I'm able to quickly close the gap between us. I launch myself at him, tackling him to the ground. We both hit the pavement hard, the pain shot hard but I'm grateful that I'm able to catch him.

"A hunt." The whispers grew louder, as excitement built within the ranks. Dorian crossed his arms. “That’s ancient even for you.” Kaelith chuckled. "Tradition is tradition. You will be set up to get ahead. Then our finest hunters will track you down. You have to escape detection until dawn or kill your pursuers.” Mark scoffed. "That’s a death sentence." Kaelith’s amber eyes gleamed. "Then she’d better run fast."

Just a large shape dissolving into darkness. Shadow surged within me. *HUNT. CHASE. KILL.* His fury was the same as my own, but I forced him down. *No. Hazel first.* Every instinct screamed to pursue, to tear apart whoever had done this, but I couldn't leave her. Not like this.

“I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you’re doing okay.” I glance at him briefly, surprised by the softness in his tone, but I quickly turn back to the window. “I’m fine,” I say shortly. “No thanks to you. I think this constitutes stalking, by the way.” He doesn’t push further, and the rest of the drive is filled with the quiet hum of the engine. When we’re about a block from my best friend’s flat, I gesture for him to stop. “Here is fine,” I say firmly.

“I can help you in finding your path once more but you must make your decision to either start all over better or continue like this.” “I choose to be better, I've tried being selfish and conniving but it only made me miserable and lost every valuable person and thing.” “Perfect, you'll hear from me soon. Make sure you trust no one and tell no one about this conversation. If you do, I'll know.” “I won't, until I hear from you.” He nodded and I heard a whistle behind me. I tried my back and saw nothing. Immediately I turned back to him, he had disappeared. Was I imagining things or did I just speak with someone?

I’m stuck and trapped and tangled up in all the chaos and I can’t weave my way out of it and– Just then, someone grabs my wrist. I look up and see Evander’s cold expression staring down at me, his disappointment evident. I can’t hear anything, but his intention is clear, if unspoken. Come with me.

Chase Pov "What are you doing here?" "You have to calm down, I didn't come here to pick a fight" "Well you are not here for peace either, you Bastards. I told you never to step foot in my pack ever again" "I am here for Layla but it seems that she is still missing, we can work together to chase, what do you have to say? Should we work together to find my sister?"

Their eyes are covered with black sunglasses and they wear all black clothing, obscuring any physical trait other than their sickly pale skin color. I abandon the car and immediately walk down the grocery store’s aisle. My pace quickens and the person turns to the side, running away. “Hey!” I call out after them, turning the corner as soon as I reach it. “Get back here!” They do not respond. They do not turn around to mock me. They instead lead me on a wild goose chase around the grocery store. My mind is a mess. It runs a mile a minute as I duck and weaves through the many lanes of food and clothes and other miscellaneous items. I use sight of them one moment and I can see them the next.

He is chasing after her? "Yes silly. People chase after what they find interesting, or what they need. What he needs is that girl, so he is chasing her, and what I need is money, and that is why I am chasing it, you have to find something that will interest you to chase, so you don't keep bothering me about". He tells her, and that hurt her even more, for she never thought he would speak to her like that, but then again, what was she thinking, speaking to her, the way he seems fit, is one of his hobbies.

Maybe a guard. "Boss, is that you?" he asked. I stilled. My heart pounded down my chest. A little closer and he would see me. "Who is it?" He took a step closer. And I took one back. My breathing came out heavy. Perspiration ran down my spine. When he took two more steps closer, I turned around and ran. "Hey! Stop! Who are ya?" he yelled, before his heavy footsteps started to chase me. With my heart in my mouth, I ran as fast as I could. But the darkness and the unfamiliar hallways made it harder.