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Chase, who was in mid-air, put his hands together and made a gesture that looked exactly like everyone in his group. Fallon wanted to know what this elite, who was also the tournament champion, could come up with. Chase had been so arrogant before. He had beaten up Fallon and the others so badly that they were embarrassed by themselves. He hoped Chase would not project any powerful Nefarious Spirits. Fallon could not help but quietly pray for it as he looked at Chase's haughty expression. When Chase was ready to launch his projection, he yelled, "Appear!" There was a flash of bright light behind him, and the likeness of a beast began to form.

Magnus said, glancing at Sebastian, “but the debt remains. If ever you require assistance, I will be there. I give you my word.” He took a black-gold card from his pocket and handed it to Caitlin. “This is my personal card. Should you travel to A Country, contact me. I will host you myself.” Caitlin accepted it. She would be going back eventually, searching for her mother. This could prove useful. “May I exchange contact details with you both?” “Of course. It would be our honor.” After swapping numbers, Magnus hesitated before asking, “And… Mrs. Vanderbilt, may I take a photo with you? Just as a keepsake. I promise it will never be made public.”

Mate? Magnus pointed at her with his index finger, silently ordering her to stay put. Bianca pulled an invisible zipper over her lips and tipped her weight from one foot to the other. She couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her. Finally, Magnus unbuckled his belt, quickly removed his shoes, and pulled down his pants. "I am a little disappointed. It lacks music! Ah, if I had a dollar in my pocket, I would have been happy to give a tip, Mr. Fantastic," Bianca declared before closing her mouth in front of the Alpha's half-serious, half-amused look.

Chapter: 139. ***** Sat in the quietness of the huge living room, Maria's eyes wandered from place to place. The house seems quiet, too quiet, it almost seems haunted. Like Lina's ghost lingered within the cold walls, with dark eyes watching her from every corner, it didn't feel right. Maria let out a small sigh as she leaned back into her favorite armchair by the window. A light breeze blew past the window, ruffling a few strands of hair that had been pinned back by the ponytail. Her gaze drifted off once more, only this time it was focused on the picture frame sitting on the side table beside her. The image depicted an old woman standing under an archway, wearing a long green dress. She wa

Folks!! I missed an updating day! I'm so sorry to do this to you guys, but there will be NO updates the next few days for 'Chase.' I sat down yesterday and looked at the chapters to post, and I just... wasn't happy. In an effort to give you guys the best story possible, I'd like to give it a couple days and rework the ending that is in the pipeline. I don't want to be "that" author that takes a random hiatus, but it is more important to me that I give Rose and Liam the ending they deserve than just post a lackluster ending. Trust me, with the stuff I drafted yesterday, I think you guys will agree.

He was enjoying this. “You're a feisty one aren't you?" he said grabbing her arm again. “No-one says ‘no’ to me, Red. No-one says no to Lorenzo Armani. Did you hear me? I get what I want and I always will." She could tell he was becoming angry. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her. They glowed with a fierce fire. This man was dangerous and she should run. So she did, yanking her arm from his grasp.

he asked, his finger was lingered on a familiar letter he had inscribed on the pendant. "Huh..." My heart throbbed when I saw Luxious' own name on the necklace I was wearing! The letters were small but it was visible enough to see and read his name. Luxurious cold-blooded hazel eyes greeted me through the large mirror in front of us. "Don't you tempt to grab it out without my approval. I will have my name inscribed on your body so that people will know that you are already owned by someone. Wear it every day, every time, until you perish."

He was leaning on his car while staring right back at me. When I confirmed that he was indeed talking about me, a shiver ran down my spine. A smirk crept into his lips which made my throat feel dry. He still hadn't move away from his car nor flinched at all. Who the hell is that man? "Hey Nazi, are you okay? We've been teasing you and Effryn yet you're just there spacing out." Effryn pulled her out of her own thoughts as a flash of a camera suddenly catches my attention.

I roll my sleeves up, helping Cherry to color a pencil she drew. It looked like a banana of some sought but she was pretty good for her age. It's my second week reaching here and it's been a really fun experience for me. I dropped the color and clapped my hands for her, a wide grin took over her face, then her eyes dart to the door and they go wide. Turning around, I see Scott standing at the door, his hands his in his long jacket, his dark rugged jeans right on his legs, and his boot as always was chelsea. He looked sinfully handsome just standing there and he didn't even have to try.

“Put those misguided thoughts away. Apologize to Kimberly now, and maybe I’ll give you one last chance. “And transfer the James Corporation shares you hold to Kimberly as a sign of your sincerity.” I ignored Jason’s arrogant words. The sharp pain in my ankle made each step more difficult as I walked toward Alex. Alex was still lost in his fantasy as he imagined me sobbing and begging Kimberly for forgiveness. He had a smug expression plastered on his face. “Yes, transfer your shares to Kimberly, and kneel down to her for forgiveness. Otherwise, we’ll never forgive you!” As soon as he finished speaking, I raised my hand and slapped him without mercy. Everyone stared in astonishment.