The Chase Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

Chase took a slow drink of coffee. "Business is picking up. In fact, I met someone who I'm chauffeuring around, showing her the sights. She's a photographer from New York City and wants to open a gallery in Jackson." Elliott's face blushed as he gushed about his new acquaintance. "Do I hear wedding bells in the future?" Chase studied his friend's face over the rim of his coffee cup. The guy's eyes lit up like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. He looked relaxed and happy.

Eliana: Go to the mansion now, we have talk. Those few couple words made Ellyse’s head ache. She didn’t want to see her mother let alone talk to her! She’s the most insufferable person she knows! But she knew she couldn’t say no to her, ever. Ellyse: Alright She got up and went straight to the shower. Afterwards, she prepared a simple breakfast sandwich for herself and her of course her baby. She drank her vitamins soon after and then drove to the Kennedy household. Ellyse was wearing something more formal and elegant looking than what she would typically wear. A matching pink pleated button down cropped long sleeve shirt and its skirt that rests just above her knee. Her hair was tied into a

Let's get this ordeal over with already. "Hello, I'm Ksenija Lukich, and tonight, E! News Australia has journeyed all the way to beautiful Hayman Island, where we'll be interviewing an intriguing group of individuals. Without further ado, allow me to introduce our esteemed guests for the evening." Ksenija pauses briefly for applause from the audience. "Since last year, she has held the title of the world's highest-paid supermodel. With her beauty, intelligence, and grace, it's no surprise she's set to marry a man who needs no introduction beyond his name. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the radiant bride-to-be and her future husband, Vivien Powers and Max Blackwell!"

When it finally ended, she rose immediately, gathering her papers like they were shields, and stumbled out without waiting for any confrontation. But I had to see her, so I came up with a reason to. Standing by the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. “Come in,” her voice called from outside. She looked dashing in that navy-blue dress that hugged her skin, and her ponytail sat gracefully on her head. Not for one minute did she look swayed by my presence. “Elara,” She turned, arms crossed. “Sebastine, what do you want?” “I just need a minute…”

It’s all gonna end in mischief and I couldn’t do that to Xavier. ‘’Hey , why are you just standing here come on the run is about to start ‘’ I didn’t even notice Xavier was now beside me . ‘’I’m not alone I was talking to this ....’’ I paused realizing the old lady was gone ‘’Who ? ‘’ Xavier asked I looked around the crowd and I could no longer find the woman. ‘’I was talking to an old lady , she wasn’t regular old .... I mean she had grey hair but didn’t really look like she was aging ‘’

she cut me off with a hug. We cried as she told me everything and led me to the palace. Jake was depressed from what i heard. At the gate Bella ran inside and I heard her yell that her mother was back. Then I smelt his scent. Dark chocolate. I needed this moment to be special and private. So I did what I did best. I ran!! I wanted him to chase me. And he did!! Of course he did! -------------------------------------------------- Thank you!! The next chapter is the last chapter of Chasing Tara. I dropped my phone and cracked the screen.

We are to be introduced to the world in the party only as it's a surprise for all. We are escorted to a private room where I spot many familiar faces and which figure knock the air out of my lungs, is Hunter. He's wearing a jet black tuxedo with a crimson shirt. He's looking more handsome than usual with his hairs perfectly styled. His green eyes scans me from tip to toe, his jaws clench and all I see is admiration draped in lust in his eyes. "What take you so long, ladies?" Mrs. Barbara asks us in a bit off tone.

In the middle, there is a long and elegant staircase made of beautiful concrete. You can hear the sound of heels being worn by a sophisticated woman as she descends the long stairs. She is glamorous, and I assume that she's just the same age as my mom. She was wearing a white dress that was wrapped around her emaciated body. A white and neat coat that was always worn by the doctors I always saw on the television hung on her delicate wrist. "What are you doing here?" the woman stopped as she glanced at the direction we were standing. Her demeanor was formal, but her voice was cold as if it came from the depths.

"It's been a genuine pleasure to meet you, young lady. Miss Elena, Emily's sister, is that right? Elijah has mentioned your sister a couple of times." Elena opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted when another voice joined them, just as a big hand slid around her waist, settling easily as if it belonged there. "There you are," Chandler said. He grinned widely when Elena slowly lifted an eyebrow. "I was looking around for you. Thought you got lost." Greyson Kendrick moved his eyes between them. "It's my fault entirely, son." He said, "I've been monopolizing her. She's quite intriguing."

Her voice cut through the silence, so clear she could hear the faint tremor in her own words. No response. The chair rotated slowly, and Phoebe's gaze traveled upward—over polished leather shoes, long legs, an immaculately tailored suit—until it landed on that face. Alexander Knight. Her breath hitched. Her pupils constricted. It was as if every drop of blood in her veins had frozen solid. Thud. The cardboard box in her arms crashed to the floor, the small potted succulent inside shattering, soil streaking her skirt. Her body moved before her mind could catch up—run!