The Chase Novels & Stories

I don’t want to dirt his bed. "There's nothing like this in our village. I'm just used to street games," I said while looking at the words 'Game over' on the screen of his big television. "Street games, huh?" That seemed new to him. I turned to Luxious. "Street games like: chasing, hide-and-seek, heaven and hell, and more. It's fun especially when you have a lot of friends." Luxious went silent. "Why?" I was nervous at the expression on his face.

I had an image to maintain if I have farsighted vision for my future as the new queen of American Mafias. "Are you two free on 2nd Januray?"Chase asked us while we drove back to our house. "Why do you ask?"I narrowed my eyes at him as he had been behaving weird lately,his most of the attention was fixed on his phone screen. "I want us to celebrate the belated new year party. I know you both have your own plans for the 1st January, so I thought we could hang out in Aless' best club and eat in the new seaside Maxican restaurant."Chase said.

Jessie smiled. "I hope you're sure about what you're doing? What if you guys sleep together while in Rio De Janeiro? You'd only complicate things. Chase is infamous with women. While he was still singing, he was rumoured to have sex with at least twenty different ladies every month. What if he seduces you?" Chanel teased. "I won't fall for him, I didn't succumb to Jacques back then, so Chase shouldn't be a problem," Jessie said and even as she said that, she wasn't sure that she herself believed her words.

When Chase awoke, it was 4:59 a.m. He turned off the alarm clock before it could ring. He got up from lying down and moved to his bed before leaving his small bedroom and heading straight for the kitchen. Chase has a simple life with his grandmother. His parents abandoned him at a young age. He doesn't know where his parents went. His grandmother didn't even know about it. But he didn't think about that anymore because he had no intention of looking for them either.

Because he was very sure that they would not stay still to be at the post for twenty-four hours non-stop. He waited for about two hours at a cafe not far from Alex's office. While drinking coffee and occasionally glancing coquettishly at the waitress around him. Chase watched Alex's office until he saw the security guard in Alex's office starting to leave the post to buy some meal. When no one else was paying attention, he quickly moved out of the cafe and walked briskly toward the back door—where to get there he had to walk through a security post and a large parking lot. While passing through the parking lot Chase had to trip over the snow several times because the lights had been turned o

Chase was somehow less trustworthy than other CEOs, all of whom had legitimate and legal spouses and children. Chase took his hand away from his jaw. He was aware of the season. And why his thoughts kept returning to Tyler’s wedding day and the beautiful flames that nearly engulfed his life. But he had no plans to commemorate the occasion. The woman was gone. It was just a one-night stand. Nothing else. Instead, he looked at his secretary, clearly impatiently waiting. "What gives you the impression that this group of anxious, greedy socialites will be more enticing than the last?" he inquired.

Chase was driving to the Coles mansion, lost in thought, when he noticed Caleb’s car going in the opposite direction. His curiosity was piqued, and he decided to follow him, wondering what Caleb was up to next. As he tailed Caleb’s car, Chase’s mind raced with questions. Who was Caleb meeting with? What was he planning? Why was he doing all of this? After half an hour of driving, Chase was surprised to find himself at the entrance of a maximum prison. He was taken aback, wondering what business Caleb could possibly have here.

he replies, shaking Lyle’s hand firmly. Their words are civil, but the air between them feels charged, a silent competition brewing. “I’ve heard about you,” Michael says, his tone light but deliberate. “CEO of Grayson Enterprises, right? Impressive work in the real estate sector.” Lyle’s smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “And you’re the Sinclair who’s made a name for himself in corporate law. Your reputation precedes you.” The words are polite, but the undertone isn’t lost on me. They’re sizing each other up, as if titles and accolades equate to moral superiority. I glance between them, my irritation mounting.

Quinn asked him. “I thought she told you, she called me and told me to make sure Asher came to the party. And said make sure he brought his sister and that new girl.. what’s her name? The fucking hot one. The one you can’t stand man, that trashed your Hummer.” Chase snickered at that. “Hold on.” Quinn was confused. What was Finely playing at? “She called you and told you to make sure Asher came? And Em?” “Yeah, yeah Em!” Chase snapped his fingers. “Emerson! Damn that girl is something else. Have y’all seen that ass?”

While Jason interrogated me, I opened the passenger door, yanked Kimberly out from the passenger seat, and tossed her onto the road. I then sat down in the seat myself. She was completely caught off guard. She crashed to the tarmac with a loud thud and let out a sharp cry of pain. Jason and Alex quickly rushed to her side, their faces etched with genuine concern as they helped her up. I swept my gaze across their faces and sneered. “I am the sole heir of the James Corporation. Who are you?