87 Roman(s) lié(s) à Blurred Lines 1 Chase

Zenith felt her face. Ellie gave her a puzzle look ." Huh" she looked ahead and smiled ." You have your opportunity, Chase is in the field with his friends". Zenith looked at her and fellowed her gaze , staring at Chase a black haired guy with an ocean blue eyes that makes him unique ,he has an innocent look that one could hardly tell he is a play boy, seeing him chatting with his friends Zenith sighed and looked away . "That's your time to confront him". " I don't know". Zenith hissed.

Archie asks, and I nod as I study Chase. Chase seems to ooze with dominance as he strides confidently towards the breakfast bar. His hair is golden blond. He has shaved the sides of his head short, to show off, I suspect, the tattoo starting just above his ear. It’s an intricate pattern running down his neck and below his collar. I can see him being a character in one of the human shows my mum watches where they wear leather and ride motorbikes. I wonder if he wears leather when he’s not in uniform.

Then flashes went off, blinding me. "Skylar! Tyler!" I shrieked, reaching out blindly. I felt a hand–but it wasn't the warm, familiar touch of my mates. A hand tangled in my hair, jerking my head back with such force I cried out. I was pulled into a hard, cold chest. "Going somewhere, Aliyah Marcus?" Chase’s voice whispered directly into my ear. He had slipped in through the breach during the blast. He moved like a shadow, faster than any wolf I had ever seen. I struggled, clawing at the arm across my throat, but he was like iron.

Chase sighed and asked, “You haven’t seen the news?” Iris was confused and grimaced, asking, “What news?” Chase smiled bitterly and forwarded some snapshots to her phone, asking, “Is it true?”

Chase moved and his body blocked the penetrating gazes that landed on me. I observed the two women that was seated in the chairs. One of them was a woman that was well maintained. Her skin had little to no wrinkles. There was just faint crow lines around the corners of her eyes. The tiny lines did not diminish her elegance and aura at all. Her lips was a pleasant peach color. Her eyes was a shocking blue. She resembled Chase a lot. No, Chase resembled her a lot. It was obvious that this was his mother. The other woman was significantly older than Chase's mother.

She staggered on her feet the moment the first man let go of her arm, and she blinked her eyes to clear her blurry vision as she heard the faint yell of the first man at the second one-maybe reprimanding him for hitting her so hard like that-in Italian. She suddenly felt herself being lifted up and thrown over a broad shoulder. The last thing her eyes saw was her hair blocking her eyes as whoever had her on his shoulder walked away with her. ~~~ "Chiedi alla squadra di sicurezza di procurarmi le riprese CCTV della tenuta delle ultime tre ore, sarò lì subito,” Chase slammed down the telephone on his desk and stormed out of his study, his cousins trailing behind him with Charlie in Valerie's arms.

I wanted to know if any of the feral wolves had escaped. I crept out from under the shrub and trotted past it. A flash of dashing brown and tan fur from the corner of my eye stopped me dead in my tracks. I swung my head in the direction I'd seen the creature chasing me, but I couldn't see it any longer. My heart began to beat faster; that color was similar to a cougar. I'm one dead meat.

"You’re going to turn heads tonight. I’m sorry I can’t go with you. Violetta didn’t pick me among the other escorts. I would have loved to see you in action. But I can't leave the house, remember?" “Don't worry. I understand. I’m just happy to have a friend like you.” “Awww…” Ingrid pretended to cry. She leaned in and hugged Evie. She kissed her forehead and whispered, "Remember, it’s just business. And nothing more. Okay?” Evie nodded and walked out of her bedroom. Violetta was waiting for her at the entrance of the club with the other girls and some bodyguards. A limousine was parked outside and the chauffeur stood beside the vehicle holding the door open for her.

With that said Trisha left. "Ricardo is mine and one day I will ruin her little perfect reputation." She said as she grabbed her phone and made a call. "I need you to find out everything about Chantelle Black. This little princess isn't innocent." ........ I woke up with a major headache. Why me? I am never drinking again, well at least not like this. The again, this never happened I always wake up like nothing happened. Oh yeah, I took those brownies which are happy ones. Yeah, I've tried edibles before.

“Faster than you realize. You look up one day and something that was there just… isn’t anymore.” My gaze dropped back to the canvas. The paint had settled into something heavier now. The center darkened, edges blurred, like something being swallowed slowly. “So you take pictures,” I said quietly. “So I don’t forget what it looked like before.” The words settled. I dragged the brush lightly across the edge this time, softening it. Blending instead of cutting.“Sounds exhausting,” I muttered. “Sometimes,” he said.“You didn’t answer the question,” he added after a while.

I just kept praying that she would turn around, and tell me this was all a prank. The moment she opened the door, I called her name. She spun around, kind of hesitated before looking at me. I swallowed the morsel in my throat, and kept my hands into my pocket. "I affirm that this journey has ended, so yes, the Chase is over." She nodded, and said nothing. She just turned around, and left.

Chance wasted no time in transferring the contents from his old phone to his new one, then sent the voice note and the photo he secretly took of Johnny to TMZ as he walked back home, then dumped the old phone. When he arrived outside his apartment, he noticed an increase of people gathered outside. All striking up excited chatters. At first, he thought it was Kristoff. But he couldn't make out the blonde hair person in the centre of it all. When he got closer, that's when he realised it was Malcom, with a new hair colour and updated clothing style. "Yes, I too have been-" Malcom stopped talking when his eyes landed on Chance. "Chance. There you are. Never thought you were brave enough to show your face around here.''

He's back again. I simply grinned. This one is too blind. He was so numb that he could only see Jack. "You're too blind and numb, Troy." I said I was stopping him. "A-Me? What?! I'm not blind! And I'm not even numb!" "Hey, why can't you see me?" I have an urgent question. I worked hard on him and leaned on the couch. "The blind and numb award goes to only you, Troy." He snorted and looked down.

Replaced by something cold, something creeping and slow. A chill Slithered down my spine, curling at the base of my neck. The rush of Control I had Felt moments ago vanished, replaced by something else. Something darker. I stared at the screen, the city lights flashing outside, suddenly distant, blurred. The hum of the engine, the faint chatter of the driver’s radio, it all faded into static. The baby isn’t his. And my grandfather’s death also. The air in the car felt thinner, the leather seat beneath me no longer a throne of victory but something constraining, suffocating. My grip on the phone tightened.

At this moment, facing the threat, he held back his anger and asked: "What do you want?" “I will contact you when we get ashore. Take good care of Suzan’s sister and Kate. If you do anything to harm their reputation, you will pay a heavy price for it. Eight hours later, at eight o’clock tomorrow morning, pay attention to answer the call...We will have a good talk then.” The other party dropped a threat and hung up. Charlie was so angry that he hit the sofa and couldn't understand. How on earth were these videos taken? Suzan was searched when he got on the cruise ship, and even his mobile phone was taken away. Therefore, the video of the two of them was not shot by Suzan.

They were far-off echoes I could barely place anymore. "Daisy," a voice called out behind me. I turned, and my expression went cold. Carl was already charging toward me. I slammed the door, but he jammed his hand into the gap just in time. His fingers were crushed instantly, and the skin turned an ugly blue. He clenched his jaw, refusing to let go even as the pain twisted his face. "Just let me talk to you, please?" His voice sounded almost pleading. I froze. Was this really Carl?

One reckless, emotional night where everything finally unraveled. God, I loved reading. A sudden throat clearing shattered the moment. I jumped so hard my heart slammed into my ribs, eyes going wide as I whipped around— Straight into Tristain. He still wore his black dress clothes, but the top three buttons were undone, exposing a thin silver chain that lay casually against his skin. Another thing that was begrudgingly attractive. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revaling ropes of veins that snaked all around his forearms. Fuck…

(Jeffrey) I tap the right arrow key on my keyboard and the image on the monitor shifts to the next high-resolution file. I zoom in on Chase Warren’s hand. It’s splayed wide and heavy across Natasha’s lower back. The midnight blue silk of her dress looks thin enough to tear. My jaw locks. Chase is looking at the camera, completely ignoring the goddess in his arms. He’s treating her like a corporate asset, the way he always has. Like a shiny hood ornament he brought out to distract his board of directors.

I demanded, her voice wavering in fear. Chase scoffed, a cold, mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You’re not that lucky.” He snarled. Before I could react, he plunged the syringe into my arm. Pain seared through my arm, numbing my senses as weakness began to consume me. A blinding whiteness enveloped my vision, and the world slipped away. My last thought was of the burning rage and betrayal that consumed me, a fiery promise that if I somehow survived, I would definitely make Chase pay, even if it was the last thing I do!

How ironic,he now flaunts her in front of me and her coldness towards me kills me a thousand death at a time. "Chase please help me to remember everything from last night.Its not normal.I never loose my control over my desires not even in my unconscious state."I shake my head in denial. Chase has special powers to take someone in past events through mind link or sometimes he sees the future which is very rare.His mother was a witch from a very powerful clan and father a werewolf making him a hybrid in our pack that's why he was too thrown out by Adrian along with me.