Magnus Chase Memes Novels & Stories

Chase grabbed his collar, leaving a tear in the fabric. “I’ll fucking make sure you lose your job, and any other means of livelihood you might have. You’ll be on a my blacklist, for good. Next time you’re tempted to lay your hands on any woman, you’ll fucking remember me.” Chase’s glare shifted to the manager. “What are you fucking waiting for?!” He yelled, “Call the fucking cops on this bastard!” “Of course, sir!” Manager Ty answered. Chase pushed the man out of the way, making him crash back into the ground. He grabbed Mackenzie’s hand and pulled her away from the scene. They headed upstairs, while Mackenzie struggled to catch up to his large strides.

“You’ve gotta channel all that rage into something else, bro. Getting wasted ain’t it.” “Speaking of channeling rage…” Chase grumbles, leaning forward to stub the joint out on the coffee table. He turns to look at me, raising a brow. “Why does Miles seem to think he’s taking your spot on the mission next month?” I roll my eyes, lifting my head to gaze back at him. “Miles is an idiot.”

Lyra, as venomous as a snake. The shadow that slipped between us, so quietly that no radar beeped. But who is now everywhere. I leap out of bed, the blanket wraps around my legs, I almost fall, but rage keeps me standing. Under the bathroom door, the light is on. The shower is running, I see that Alexandre is there. The idiot is calmly showering. While I am being crucified on social media. While we are becoming the laughingstock of the country. — Damn it, Alexandre…

“What the fuck happened to Chase in Dallas?” “You saw him getting tossed into the air and that bull dancin’ the cha-cha on his back?” Brandt nodded. “If he ain’t still pissing blood after that kidney shot, he’s got my vote for Iron Man of the Year.” “He’s got my vote for dumbass of the year. Here he’s havin’ the best year of his career and he had a chance to finish in the top fifteen at the world finals. After that last wreck, the sports med doc warned him to drop out. He did, but in his free time while he’s supposed to be healin’ up, Chase has gotten into some…compromising positions with a couple of buckle bunnies. Naturally, their phones had cameras and they caught the whole raunchy perfor

Brenton's POV "Wow, that's deep man! But, seriously Brent, you got it bad. Looks like you really care about her. I just need you to take care of yourself man. You know, underneath those bad boys tats and piercings I know you're still you." Shane lectured me. "Now, I don't do hugs. So how about we go out to my club, and clear the air a bit?" He got up and threw the empty beer cans and pizza boxes in the bin.

“Didn't you hear the news? Don't you know who your ex-wife is” Greg was lost for a moment. “Who is my ex-wife?”. “I promise you that your life will end right in front of you if you do anything stupid”. Mr. Chase spitted out with rimmed eyes. It seems Greg was clueless. Greg's nose flared, confused. “What are you saying, sir. Megan is a nobody”. “Shut up boy! You are so clueless and that may kill you. I can't help you, he said mercilessly. I can't go above my powers”.

Sending a quick text to Gav, thanking him for the pancake, I had breakfast, took a long bath then chased Megan and Chad out of the house because they wouldn't leave and I had work. “Shame!” Chad yelled as I stepped out of the gate, he and Megan casting me mock angry looks. “Behold the faults of capitalism!” Megan jeered. How on earth were the most nerdy people I knew also the most shameless once you got to know them? “Next time I won't allow you to take your stuff. You can go preach the faults of capitalism naked.” I taunted, giving them both a hug before walking to the car Dane had brought to pick me up.

No trail leading back. Just truth—cold, documented, and timed to perfection. Stephanie stepped closer. “They’re trying to contain it, but it’s already viral. The Current picked it up, then the Times. Financial blogs. International watchdogs. Everyone’s on it.” I nodded once, setting the tablet down on my desk. “Walter?” I asked. “Missing in action,” she replied. “His people are denying everything and blaming it on a rogue executive assistant.” “Coward,” I murmured.

Clearing his throat, he turned to his bodyguards and instructed, “I need you to find someone I met at the club yesterday. I can’t remember anything about him. Name, features. Nothing. Just see if you can find anything about him.” “We’ll do our best, boss. But without details, it’s going to take some time. You don’t recall any of his features? Or anything that can help narrow it down?” Luca asked politely. With no clear details, it was like finding a needle in a haystack. Antonio narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall everything that happened last night. He recalled how he had shoved his fingers into the champ’s hair. “Brown..” He spat out. “He has brown hair. He’s tall, slender and smells o

My own mate had threatened me into silence. After she finally finished laughing and making her point, she straightened. "Now go to the kitchen and make breakfast. Magnus and Chloe went out for a run. It's good for their wolves to run together. It helps them bond." She said the last part like she was hoping for exactly that. I didn't wait to hear more. I walked out. By the time breakfast was ready I could hear Chloe's voice from down the hall, bright and loud and bubbling over with laughter. “Where's the food, Mom? I'm starving! You won't believe it, Magnus and I were running in our wolf form. Mark started chasing Tee! He was so fast, oh my God, that was amazing”.