Where The Crawdads Sing Chase Novels & Stories

I whispered, speed-walking down the stairs and out of the English building. “What is it? Did something happen? And why are you whispering?” “I’m whispering because I don’t want to look like a lunatic.” I said, sitting on an empty bench next to the building. “Callum, Jace freaking Adams is in my English class.” I gushed. “Chase who?” He asked. I shook my head, forgetting that he couldn’t see me. “Cal, I said Jace. Jace Adams the actor. He’s in that ridiculous action movie you love.”

“So you’re setting out to prove Ava Dumond is a sleazy ho-bag?” “If that’s what it takes to get my sexual confidence back where men are concerned? Then yes.” “Forget a glass of wine, I’m bringing back the whole damn bottle.” Ava laughed. Let her Wild West adventure begin. **** Chase could barely keep his eyes open. Disoriented, he slowed his truck to a crawl on the gravel road, braking at the cattle guard that denoted the turnoff to Kane’s place. He parked by the deck and stumbled out of his truck, taking a moment to stretch his legs and adjust the crick in his neck. But anticipation of falling face-first into a puffy mattress and sleeping a solid twelve hours put a spring in his step.

He whispers back, taking the other earbud I’ve left dangling and putting it in his ear. I crank up the volume a little, and together, in silence, we listen to Chase Atlantic’s Phases album play on repeat. I cradle the feeling of pure happiness close to my chest and sink into the present.

Lauren stood at the door, watching him longingly. **** Chase left the barnyard behind him and carefully searched the eastern fence line from one end to the other. He heard a noise like a motorized vehicle and figured Amos or one of the ranch hands had driven one of the four-wheelers out to find him. He stopped and listened closer. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and a shiver ran down his spine. When he realized it was the engine of a large truck, anger shot through him as if he'd been struck by lightning. With all the mountainous echoes, he couldn't pinpoint the exact location. He walked his horse slowly, searching in the direction from where the sound was loudest. Then, just a

However, it was still trying to fly to the other side of the mountain. “Grandpa, I hit it!” Luna declared proudly. "Go and catch it.” The old man waved his hand, and the three quickly headed to where the pheasant landed. … Chase was looking for his prey when he heard a squawk above his head. He saw a pheasant flying over his head when he lifted his head. “I’ll have you!” With a wave, he used his vigorous energy to shoot down the pheasant. “You’re pretty fat.” Once Chase got his hands on the pheasant, he nodded in satisfaction.

As I opened the door, I hoped Chase was gonna be eager to see me, as I was him. He wasn't in the living room, so I dropped my purse on one of the settees, took my phone out of it and decided to check in his room upstairs. I didn't have to strain my ears too much to hear a sound coming from his bedroom. Chase was singing. Funny stuff, it's the first time I ever heard him sing. His deep voice made Billie Eilish’ ‘Bad Guy’ sound more criminal. “Hey.” I interrupted him, and cleared my throat.

He's surprised to see that the sun is up and the time past seven. " Daddy let's get going to aunty Ciara's place." Dawn said immediately her father was awake. She didn't want to waste any more time at home. Agreeing with a nod, Chase goes up to his room and freshens up. His only goal being to rush down to Ciara's place and know his next action from there if Hailey isn't found. Chase picks up his car key, fully dressed and ready to go. He meets his daughter pushing a bowl of cereal around the plate, not really a fan of Leo's cooking anymore.

We leave the bar to get closer to the stage when the band we came here to see starts setting up. Tate is a guitarist, I can definitely see how he and Chase are friends, he’s the most put-together one of the whole band, he’s wearing jeans with a gray blazer, and thick black flamed glasses, but at the same time, he’s handsome. A blonde woman, who almost resembles Carrie Underwood, is placing a microphone in a stand. Chase hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since she entered the stage. I get the feeling someone has got a little crush brewing. Once the band is set up, they start playing and they’re actually quite good. Chase’s friend has surprised me by a long shot, he’s a total natural on

He took off running. Meanwhile, Chloe forced herself to breathe steadily, eyes shut tight. She focused on the memory of Hunter’s kiss, real, deliberate, nothing like the clumsy pecks she’d known before. She clung to that, replaying it in her mind. His face flashed behind her closed lids, and then the light in the coffin flickered out. Panic surged. “This isn’t real,” her voice trembling. “You’re already dead. Nothing can hurt you.” She raised her voice, defiant. “You won’t break me, Callum!” Then, almost instinctively, she began to sing, an old tune, something her grandmother used to hum. The crowd, watching the screens, started cheering for her. Someone tossed in cash, and just like that, t

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.