Unscramble Chases Novels & Stories

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.

Dagdag nito. Chase ignored every statement Estevan has made. Patuloy lamang siyang naglakad papalayo. “Chase! Kumalma ka.” I called out his name. Hindi kami pinansin nito at nagpatuloy sa paglabas. Estevan motioned me to follow him, so we did. Sumunod kami sa kanya palabas ng rest house. Chase wore his helmet and got on his Cruiser Harley-Davidson motorcyle. He squeezed the motorcycle clutch lever with his left hand all the way to the grip.

"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.

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?

This is an enemy. I growled, taking my steps back away from this beast. It kept moving closer to me, but I maintained my distance away from it. This beast growled at me. Its voice sounds deep. Who's this beast? Without waiting to know what this beast wants or is up to, because the vibe I'm getting from it is a bad one. I immediately turned around and dashed back. I heard this beast howling from behind before picking up its scent. It's coming closer to me. I increased my speed, trying to maintain a big distance from this beast.

The kind of place hunters pretended didn’t exist while building their lies on top of it. Above, the distant thrum of the chopper came and went, circling like a bad omen that refused to settle. Below, Lucian moved faster now, driven by certainty, by the belief that the world owed him one last triumph. Abel slowed. This wasn’t a chase anymore. Chases ended with escape or capture. This was a hunt. And hunts had rules. You let the prey believe it was winning. You let it show you where it was strongest. And then you ended it.