Step Up 2 Chase の小説・ストーリー

“You back for round two?” Stephan pushed away from the tree and stood straight, his legs spread out in front of him. “Damon Chase, right hand of the chief of the Elite Guards.” My smile got wider, “Daddy’s boy knows how to do research!” I kept closing the distance in a way that looked nonchalant but I was cautious. “I know exactly what type of a person you are!” Stephan continued holding his ground. “Yeah? What type of a person are you?” I was up in his face now. “The type that runs to daddy when he is in trouble?” I suddenly gave him a powerful shove.

Heat flooded my skin before my brain caught up. Slowly, I straightened, and lifted my eyes to the mirror above the vanity. Chase. My stepbrother stood right there in my mother’s room, his arms loose at his sides, grey eyes locked on mine in the reflection. Moonlight carved sharp shadows across his face, making him look even more dangerous than usual. “Looking for something?” he drawled, his voice low and lazy, but the way he stepped closer erased any trace of amusement. His chest met my back, solid, warm, and unyielding, and he pressed forward until I had nowhere to go. The edge of the vanity dug into my hips, his body pinning me in place.

Byron Chase, one of the most feared names of the country, sat there defenseless against a boy who was shooting tedious questions at him. "Let's assume you have an heir. A girl? For the sake of imagination, let's call her Stephanie." He emphasized on the name 'Stephanie' which instantly grabbed Chase's attention. His formerly uninterested expression changed into an exactly opposite one. The boy smiled in satisfaction after getting the desired reaction.

"Meet you at the back door?" "I'll be the one in full white." Chance winked. Just as Chance got back to the room where his sisters and stepmother were, the walkie went off. "We are ready for the grooms." Loey's voice came on. Chance took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The females were the first ones out, while Chance waited for them to take their places at the bottom of the steps. Then Duncan, Justin and Mr Spence met them there. "Good luck son." Mr Spence pat Chance on the back, before walking out.

Should I tell Chase? I don’t even have a chance to fully process my thoughts before I’m heading for the stairs, gripping the railing and ascending them as fast as I can. I’ve never been up here before, but I know Chase’s room must be on the second floor because I saw Stasia lead him up this staircase the other night.

I am so excited to explore all the intracacies of second chance mates I alluded to in 'Chase. Do you have any guesses whose story it is?

"It's fine mum. You really need to stop worrying too much about me. I think it's high time you have a boyfriend" Jayda quirks her eyebrows at her "Yes mum, I know the reason why you don't want to date is because of me and to show you that I'm really not bothered give me your phone" "What for?" "Just hand it, mum" Jayda hands Lucy her phone while having a suspicious look on her face. Lucy goes to her play store and downloads ChaseApp "What's Chase App?" Jayda asks "It's a dating platform" Keisha answers as she finally takes a seat on the single chair available in the room.

He jogged towards my direction and I dodged to my right to punch his back but not before he could lean down and punch my leg, sending me to my knees. I heard Lucas snort and I realized that the sound of his punches had stopped. He was watching? Maybe he's checking me out. I turned red from humiliation and anger. Growling, I forced myself up. "Never expect," Chase said standing on the opposite side of the ring. "Just because you see an opportunity to strike doesn't mean you've already won. Your opponent might already be a step ahead of you." Where the fuck does Chase get all of these? How on earth can one fucking Brit be so good at combat?

“She wants me to come home but we both know that is not happening.” At the mention of my stepmother, Chase’s mood shifted suddenly; his eyes turned brooding. “I’ve heard a few things about that family of yours.” He scowled. “They should pray I never meet them.” I sighed. “I too pray you never have to, they are horrible.” He brushed back the strands of my hair that had escaped my ponytail and tucked them behind my ear then gave me a crooked, comforting smile. “Forget them, let’s go put some food in you.” He said.

CHASE I didn’t wait until we were deep inside the house. The second we cleared the French doors and hit the kitchen—cool tile under my bare feet, music still thumping through the walls—I rounded on him. “Bro, are you trying to fuck my stepsister?” Marcus stopped short. Beer halfway to his mouth. “Chase, what the—” “You saw her, decided you wanted in, and I *told* you she’s violent. Yet here you are, cozying up when there are puck bunnies literally throwing themselves at you everywhere else.”