Chase Rutherford Romane & Geschichten

Being reliant on someone is undesirable. It will be challenging to leave that person behind once you've become one. It's challenging to let go. You'll end up being greedy if you don't stop wanting for more. "Luxious," I called him. As soon as he opened his eyes, we both turned to face one another. We were both in the car. He is dozing. He appears to be very exhausted, probably because of earlier... He also serves as the school's student president, and the incident has left him with a lot of obligations.

The boy he raised with love and tough training, he always announced clear and loud when something was his. Chase nodded to Leo and looked at Stella. "When do you want to start?" Chase asked her. Chase has been single all his life and had devoted all his time to the Duncans family that he loved and respected. Leonard's father had helped and given an opportunity to a homeless boy like him until he had a comfortable and peaceful life today. Chase did everything he could to repay Michael and his sons. "Start today, sir. I am ready." Stella replied. She smiled modestly to Chase.

“I hope I’m not intruding. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes.” “Silly.” The old man got to her passenger seat before she even realized he was already sitting beside her. He must have unlocked the door from the opened window. “Glad you came. I told you we would see each other again. I hope this is just the beginning, Charleigh.” “I’m not staying, Mr. Chase. As soon as the ceremony is over, I’m driving back to the city.” “Cut the crap, Charleigh. You’re not going anywhere until I’m done introducing you to the folks. They need to know who’s behind the Cleighry. And don’t call me Mr. Chase. That was my son. Call me grandpa.”

“You have horses?” He looked almost sheepish. “I used to ride. Before…” Before life hardened him. The man he had been before. Whatever it was in my chest, it tightened. “You don’t ride anymore?” I asked softly. Xander breathed, a faraway look in his eyes. “It’s been years.” I looked at his face, the tiny clench of his jaw. There was something fragile about this moment, something uncommon. He had lost much, and a part of him still longed for it.

Flashing images of Mom at the hospital blocked my vision as the hair on my skin rose due to fear… Sitting through the doctor's report of how she might not be coming home, disrupted every composure I had. There was this permanent grief that I had carried over the years, that was why I refrained from the clinics or hospital. I tried to stay away from all that grief that my PTSD had brought to me. I was back here because I was stupid enough to play with a man who had done everything in his power to steal a piece of me, leaving me empty and battered.

As the doors swung open, revealing the figures of Morgan and Cathy, the former Alpha and Luna, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of resentment bubble up within me. Those were the individuals who had treated me like trash, casting me aside with disdain four years ago. Their presence was a bitter reminder of the pain they had inflicted upon me. But I couldn’t help but notice they looked older, maybe middle-aged, as a matter of fact even the pack looked that way which shouldn’t be the case for just a mere four years. It took decades for a wolf to show any sign of aging. What the hell was going on here? I watched in silence as their eyes lit up at the sight of Alpha Jacob, their son, standing bes

But the wrongness persisted. "Racheal." Kelvin's voice was careful. "You're in shock. You just killed someone in single combat. That's not—" "I've killed before," I interrupted. "This isn't my first." "I know. But Christopher was different. He was the one leading the hunts. The one who—" A sound interrupted him. Movement in the grass. We both spun. A wolf emerged from the tall grass twenty yards away. Not threatening. Cautious. Familiar. Too familiar.

She can judge me all she wants, but she started this. A shadow falls across the glass door leading to the deck. I whip my head around, fully expecting Nathanial. Chase is standing on the weathered wood. He slides the glass door open and I notice that he has sand on his expensive loafers. He doesn't look at my mother. He stares directly at me. "I just saw Dr. Bailey driving away from here," Chase says. His voice is dangerously quiet. "What is my daughter's nephrologist doing at your mother's house?"

Hunter. I cut the call with Rio tersely, not caring about whatever shit he's saying. Lowering the phone in my hand, I walk toward the chest in my second parlor, picking up one of the portraits on it. His portrait. Chase. He was only ten in the picture with the brightest smile you could ever see on a boy his age. His innocent appearance never ceases to thaw my heart. Chase has always been innocent, untouched, until darkness came upon us.

She was wearing her hair into pigtails while wearing a cheer dance uniform. She then sat across the grassy field of the university. "Ugh! I don't want this anymore, the training is so hard!" A smile flashed through my lips as Effryn also gave me a hug from behind. It looked like he also smelled my shampoo from across my hair. It's a good thing I took a shower. "E-Effryn what are you doing? That's so embarrassing!" I complained although they only chuckled. He only tightened his grip around my back. It's embarrassing because he is from a rich family plus he's one of the soccer stars of our team! I'm just trying to avoid any scenes so that I wouldn't get caught up in some sort of a love affair