Unscramble Chases Novels & Stories

Wrong. “Now, now, where are you going? Running isn’t the answer. I know it’s the easy thing, the obvious thing. But stay and face this, together with them. Don’t run Cade. If they have to find you it’ll be worse … well I’ll be the one chasing you so just don’t,” Chase said, practically throwing himself across the seat to snatch my wrist. I flopped back into the seat, damn he’s quick. Too quick, I gotta remember that.

For a second, my heart stopped, the instinct to flee flooding my veins, but then I might just be overthinking things. Something didn’t sit right with me. Chase had never been one to hide his movements from me—until now. My fingers curled around the orange, my nails digging into the peel as suspicion gnawed at the edges of my mind. I couldn’t let this go. I couldn’t just sit here and wait. I have to tail him! It might provide the answers to the confusing questions swirling relentlessly inside of me. I slipped out of the house, careful not to make a sound. I dove at a car in the parking lot as I watched the shadow of Chase sliding into his G wagon. He was disguised; his appearance was altered

"Miss, are you drunk? Wake up, wake up." But Cynthia remained unresponsive, lying there motionless. Seeing this, a triumphant glint flashed in Chase's eyes. He took another quick glance around, ensuring no one was watching, before swiftly hoisting Cynthia onto his shoulder. Without hesitation, he sprinted toward his parked car. His vehicle was tucked away in a secluded corner. Several other cars nearby were rocking suspiciously—no doubt, their occupants engaged in illicit activities. With clumsy hands, Chase fumbled to open the car door, eagerly shoving Cynthia into the backseat before crawling in after her.

Charlie showed a victorious smile and sipped the red wine, admiring it with a squinting look. The second button was undone... The third button was undone... She threw the trench coat to the ground. Under the windbreaker was a sweater. The sweater is tight and outlines the graceful lines of a she-wolf. Under the sweater, there was a midi skirt, and under the midi skirt was a pair of stockings. Suzan kicked off her boots, took a deep breath, pulled off the silk scarf around her neck, and rolled up her sweater in a panic when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind her.

he said, seemingly teasing! "You—" I pushed him hard off of me. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. "Damn you, Luxious! Get it off me, now!" I glared sharply at him. I don't know how to remove this damn thing! "Look..." He pulled me closer to the mirror. Luxious grabbed my jaw and lifted it a little. One hand tied my hair and put it to the side so that my neck could be seen more. "Do you see that?" he asked, his finger was lingered on a familiar letter he had inscribed on the pendant.

Tears tracked down her cheeks and her hands gripped the steering wheel tight enough to turn knuckles white. "When you finally stop running and start facing what you are really afraid of, I will be waiting." I gentled my voice despite the anger still simmering. "Not because the bond demands it but because I choose to." Something flickered across her face. Regret maybe or longing or some combination of emotions too complex to name. Then she pulled away. The car rolled down the gravel drive and kicked up dust that hung in the still air. I watched until the taillights disappeared around the bend, until the sound of the engine faded into silence.

Sparks flew as bullets ricocheted off the armored chassis. "Tracy, we need an out, now!" Sean roared through the earpiece. My fingers blurred across the keyboard. I bypassed the secondary firewalls of the city's grid, desperately hacking the localized traffic control. "I'm turning the grid! Giving you a corridor-go!" I forced the barriers on the opposite side to lift, simultaneously dropping a heavy blast door on the overpass to cut off Chandler's reinforcements. A high-speed chase ignited instantly as Sean’s team peeled out, tires screeching on the wet pavement.

Chase bounded out after him, tail wagging enthusiastically, nose already twitching as he absorbed the unfamiliar scents of the forest. He gathered his gear, checked his rifle, and began the trek into the dense forest with Chase at his heel. Despite the apparent calm of the place, a faint unease settled in his chest. He cast a brief glance back at his car, silently hoping it would remain safe and untouched where he had left it. The forest swallowed them whole.

Alex is waiting at the curb, and without wasting a breath, Chase yanks the door open and practically shoves me inside before sliding in after me. “Get us out of here, Alex.” He barks, his voice sharp, leaving no room for argument. The tires screech as Alex pulls away, and through the rear window, I see the mob still chasing, cameras flashing like sparks in the dark. My body trembles, the adrenaline still flooding me. “Oh my God… that was scary.” My shoulders shake as I sink into the leather seat, tilting my head back, eyes on the ceiling. I force myself to close my eyes, just for a breath, before opening them again.

Alice's car ran out of gas and the engine simply stopped moving. The car halted at a stop, and Bianca opened her watery eyes. Her brows became triangular "Their cars are so close to us,” Bianca's eyes popped out as she sighted some black cars drive off. A black car behind drove towards Alice's car, the car winding down and exposing Oscar's face, a grin spreads on his face as he puts on a black sunshade. "Hmmm…” Henry hums squinting his eyebrows as he watches the cop's car chase after the men in black.