Unscramble Chases Novels & Stories

Luke, lying lazily under one of the chairs, complained with a meow from her screeching voice and licked himself clean. "Are we going training or not?" I asked, as I swallowed the grape's sweet juices and skin. Chase was wearing his usual pair of sweatpants and a V-neck shirt, his hair showed he came from a quick shower. He smiled at me, reaching for the bowl of grapes. I smacked his hand but Chase was fast. He grabs my wrist before I could touch his skin. His smirking face was instantly replaced by concern.

I might have lingered a bit longer than I should have, but I couldn’t help it. "Darlin’, I suggest you get out of the car, now!" Jesse’s voice was panicked and way more high-pitched than it usually was. My eyes moved to the house where I found Chase charging at us. Rolling my eyes, I climbed out of the car, but even after I hopped out, Chase didn’t look like he would be slowing down. In fact, it looked like he was itching for a fight, so when he came nearer, I decided I’d give Jesse a head start. Stretching out my foot as he ran past me, he tripped and went hurtling through the air, landing on the ground and rolling a few times before finally coming to a stop.

Not just that, from his expression, he showed that he doesn't like me. Just then I received a picture from my secret agent. It was a picture of Caleb and Sarah inside a car beside an ice-cream joint. In a bid to let out my fury, I screamed. I needed to act fast but with lots of wisdom. “Caleb, you fell into my trap. No one will take you from me, no one.” I snorted. Two hours have passed and Caleb hasn't returned home. I thought of what next to do. I didn't see Caleb at Mr. Michael's event but I saw Sarah and her team when they were gobsmacked when they couldn't find the fabrics in their car.

He must have noticed Chuks following him from the mansion and asked his driver to run, and Chuks wasn't trying to be subtle about it in the first place, I'm very sure. As Kose's jeep sped through the crowded streets in a desperate attempt to reach the airport, Chuks was hot on his trail in a sleek black car. The chase was intense, with screeching tires and honking horns adding to the chaos. Chuks expertly swerved through traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions as he relentlessly pursued his target.

CHASE ************** Five Years Later **************** “Hey, take it easy!” I growl out as Fallon and Gray’s twins race past me, nearly knocking the tray of burgers out of my hands. “Sorry, Uncle Chase!” their daughter calls over her shoulder, though she doesn’t slow down in her pursuit of her brother as he weaves between the people gathered on the back lawn of the packhouse, darting around them in an effort to escape her. He almost succeeds, too, until Brock and Astrid’s daughter, Sloane, jumps between her parents to block his path, her curly hair bouncing and a mischievous grin stretching her lips.

"Your champion is a corpse in the snow, and your element of surprise is entirely gone. You have no siege weapons, and a mountain storm is rolling in." Vance glared at me, his dark eyes practically burning a hole through the steel. Chase sat beside him, completely unhinged, clutching his broken arm as he stared obsessively at the empty walkway where Tallulah had just fallen. "Burn the gates!" Chase shrieked, his voice cracking wildly. "Uncle, give the order!" "Silence, boy," Vance snapped, raising a heavy, gauntleted hand.

"Well you see, my friend's friend is searching for a paranormal investigator. Then my friend asked me if I know someone. I remember miss Jones. Didn't you work for a psychic research?" "Y-Yeah, but my boss is going on a trip. And I'm the one who'll manage the office when they're gone. For the time being we're just allowing written request." "I see, so I'm guessing that you're still conducting investigations in paranormal cases?" "We do, but doing an actual investigation is currently on hold." "And a friend's friend is kind a suspicious Harrison, are you planning something on Ariz?" Tiffany crossed her arms. "N-No! That's not true! I'm not planning anything." He said smiling sheepishly "Hones

“Because I have a secret technique!” Chase’s chest tightened, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes. “A secret technique?” ***

Because every trap, every cornered heartbeat, every flash of his presence—he was reminding me that the chase was only just beginning. Dante POV The sound of the crash was sweeter than any symphony. When her car spun out, tires shrieking against the pavement, metal crunching against the tree, my pulse hit a rhythm that matched the chaos. The chase—the frantic, thrilling game—was over. But the hunt? The hunt had only just begun.

I went out through the same door that Chase had used and I saw him storming through the hallway. “Chase!” I called, but he neither stopped nor turned. Well, I was wearing sneakers, and so I ran towards him, trying to catch up with him. “Chase! Wait!” I called out, but Chase wouldn’t slow down. I thought I was a good runner, but I realized that even though Chase wasn’t running, he was still very fast. Eventually, I was able to catch up with him. “Please, slow down, Chase,” I said, but Chase didn’t stop.