Unscramble Chasing Novels & Stories

I mumbled out of surprise as I confirmed myself that he is indeed the owner of that laugh that I heard that day. I went in annoyance but then I was surprised when there were weird noises I heard. He's going out of my side and he started to run away. Why is he even running? I am not sure about that but then without even thinking I stood up immediately and ran after him. Why am I even running? I didn't let all the sides I tried to Chase him but then to my surprise there was a weird drop that is hidden in this part that I step on. "A… shit"

Ricardo It was 2 pm already, Chantelle wasn't here. Normally she's always on time. I tried calling her but no luck. "You okay?" I turned to see Trisha. "No, I'm worried about Chantelle. She's going through a rough time. I'm sure you saw the videos." "Yes, they're all over the news. Even the ones where she's smoking and drinking and dancing on a table. I think it's very shitty what they did to her."

I want it all end sooner than possible so we can move on with our lives. "Okay, now we need to put this tracker on your clothes as well. Just remember, you have to be cautious though our men will be around you in ten meters' perimeter. Your safe word is Roses. I am sure, he'd follow you there and try to meet you or worse abduct you under our noses." He put a little tracker chip in my bra and button up my shirt."Make it as short as possible because we can't create chaos in a public place." He reminds me for the thousandth time and kisses me on the lips. "We can't create chaos in a public place." I kiss him back feverishly which he reciprocates with more passion than I.

So, I have no trouble finding my way towards the center. I race through the grass, running towards my mom and hopeful comfort. Running away from the pain at seeing Caleb and another she-wolf. I haven’t run for more than a mile, just making a turn so that I’m out of sight of the feast, when I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and spin me around. My eyes widen when I see that it’s Caleb. “Ciara! Why did you – “ he starts, but I don’t let him finish.

Chase refused to show his face. I texted him to stop lurking and come out already. He only laughed it off, said he wasn't going to do that, that the whole fun was in the mystery, and told me to just go home. I climbed into Nicholas's passenger seat, and the back-and-forth rolled on the whole drive. Chase made himself my LA guide, starting with a whole field manual on spotting the fuckboys out here, the gait, the lean, the way they materialize the moment a new girl lands.

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.

"The chase?"My voice raised an octave. "Yeah." "What the hell is the chase? All Ford told me was that we'd be horny in our human forms." "Nature draws wolves to their mates after they've chosen. The hunt starts when a guy's wolf picks a girl and ends when he's marked her as his, permanently. The chase is the female wolf's process of choosing her mate."

He just hoped he didn’t run into any of the wolves that were in pursuit of himself—and Everly—before he turned the corner. “Jack! Where are you?” A few voices hit him at the same time, but Chase’s voice stood out. He answered everyone, but he was glad to hear his best friend’s voice in his head, even though it was a long way away. “I’m straying from the trail,” he said. “These wolves are getting too close to me, and I don’t want to lead them straight to her.” “Don’t do that!” Chase told him. “You’re going to run right into them!”

Beautiful but how I had ever seen those two matching goes beyond me. Want to go for a run? I nodded, excitement coursing through me. I could feel my tail wagging, the feeling foreign to me but still nice. Come on Chase nudged me, starting to move. I followed him, enjoying the feeling of the wind gliding through my fur, the way my body was moving. As if it already knew that this was my future from now on. Who would ever want to change back? Chase leads me through the trees, leading me somewhere thought every time I ask, he doesn’t respond. Maybe I haven’t gotten the hang of this whole mind-link thing yet…

And then he’d walked off just like that. Chase pushed off harder than necessary, intercepting the puck mid-pass. He moved fast, weaving through the others with ruthless efficiency, his frustration bleeding into every movement. He didn’t know the guy’s name, didn’t know anything about him, but the feeling stuck. Irritating and persistent.