A Chance At Last Novels & Stories

“And any chance with you is worth taking—no matter how minuscule it is.” Will they be able to heal each other enough to make it last? Find out in It Destroys Me.

First Date *************** Narrators pov *************** He stood at the cafe door patiently waiting for her, she was already 10 minutes late. Anthony made up his mind that even if she doesn't come, he would understand. Their meeting each other had been a coincidence and whatever spark he felt they both had must have diminished for her.

I’d probably have a higher chance of blending in with the wall beside us, instead of gathering the amount of attention this man does. There is no chance of us being a thing happening.

Amaliah sighed dreamily. “Well,” Caesar offered casually, “after the auction, we can visit Paris next. Thanksgiving is coming up. We could even take the girls if you don’t want to leave them behind.” Amaliah hesitated, looking torn. “I don’t know…” Caesar leaned forward slightly. “Amaliah, please." His tone was almost pleading. "I just need you to be there and bid higher than anyone else.” He paused before adding, “There’ll be about ten billionaires—some from South Africa, Asia… all over the world.”

“This is Lilly Walker.” “Miss Walker. So happy to have you.” “Thank you,” I said simply. He didn’t even bother to spare me a glance. I didn’t care but tension rolled off Chance in waves. “We’ll see you at the D.C. fundraiser, right?” he questioned Chance. “Last time you were my biggest donor.” “I needed a tax write-off,” Chance said icily then steered me away from him. “He’s an ass,” he grumbled. “I shouldn’t have donated to his fucked up campaign. No tax write off is worth it.”

Interesting. Woo Soo Yun clears his throat “As you can see your selected choice has now arrived at the center of the Hunting Grounds. We will begin making our way to the designated location and will arrive within thirty minutes. If you’ve changed your mind about the woman you see before you, now is the time to do so before the link is established.” he waves his hand and now a three dimensional miniature version of the Hunting Grounds lines the table. “Please enjoy your wait.” before he walks off.

As I opened my phone to read the message, I felt my body began to tremble. Unknown: “I miss you, my mate. I will be coming for you soon. I will forgive you for everything if you just come back to me and take your place as my Luna. I am lost without you. Come back to me Ella.” Chance was coming for me soon. He wanted me to become his Luna. He was begging me to come back to him. I needed to get to Hunter. I didn’t want to be here without him any longer. I knew I was in my parent’s home and should have felt safe, but I wasn’t feeling so safe so far away from Hunter. I looked at the clock on my phone and it said 2:54pm and I needed to get back to the packhouse soon. I wondered if I should show m

“You talk about this guy every day and how much you like him and all that butterfly crap how he is your happy ending.” “That was before, but things have gotten so complicated now, I’ve used up my chances…” “Please don’t start that third chance talk again” “You might not like to hear it, but it's true, and you have just got your second chance, so for my sake and yours, make sure you set things right with her, you might not be as lucky as me and my uncle to get three chances; maybe this is your second and last, so use it wisely, Nate.” As much this sounds stupid, a part of it also made sense. I don’t know how, but it does.

“At least, not yet.” “I know,” he replied. “But it’s real, and I'm willing to do the right thing no matter how long it takes. Just give me a chance.” “A chance.” “Yes.” He nodded, his voice firm as he continued. “You can consider it my last chance with you. If I mess it up, then you are permitted to walk out of my life for good.” “Do you understand what you’re asking me, Adrian?” “Yes. A chance to prove my worthiness to you.”

Ahana Later that week, Thursday, I get off the bus at the Golders Green Station. After making a fool of myself last Saturday, gaping at Chris like a lovesick fool, I have made a more concerted effort to remind myself how way out of my league he is. With the cloud of confusion still hanging over my relationship with Aput, the last thing I should be doing is lusting after a man I can never have. Walking to the flat, I chuckle as I remember how, for a few fleeting moments, I’d thought he was actually looking at me with desire, and that he wanted to kiss me just as much as I wanted to kiss him. It must have been the high from winning the game that clouded my mind. But I won’t be making that mist