A Chance Encounter Book Novels & Stories

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

For someone who rarely ate, he had a huge appetite. As they walked a bit more, someone passed by them, bumping hard into Jaida. The man was dressed in a faded brown cloak and hat, and it looked as though he had purposely run into her. He shoved her so hard that she would have fallen over if not for Arius. He had used one arm to catch her and then reached out with the other, snatching the man in the cloak by his arm. The man had just been about to run away.

And then a memory many years ago flashed like a movie scene in my mind. That night when a cute little girl who I thought was younger than me accidentally bumped me. She could have fallen to the floor if I did not manage to catch her. I even saw her taking secret glances at me. It fluttered my heart, though, and Ale was like that kid.

Her books are still clutched tight to her chest, but now, one of her hands swings freely. She locks the books in her locker and heads to the cafeteria with her bag with The Avengers’ stickers plastered over, slung lazily over an arm. She spots Kosi first and Kosi waves a hand excitedly to invite her. She sighs and heads over to the table; a boy so dark he could have crawled out of a coal pit sits on one of the chairs. There are only three chairs and Kosi and the boy sit in them. “Hey, Kosi. Hey, Michael.” Amy says half-heartedly and slumps into her chair.

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

I get out of my car with my duffel bag in hand and lock it. Just as I was about to go in I see Abby's red convertible parked on the side of the road. She was talking to a girl, her daughter maybe. The girl pulls Abby in for a hug, and immediately Abby reciprocates. They both seemed emotional so I look away, and walk inside. Walking in my mouth falls gape. Almost in every corner there was a pair of kids groping or eating there faces off. Not knowing what else to do I walk over to Adam who was standing in the Conner of the room with his arms crossed.

However our conversation didn't last as my friend, Blair, that I was waiting for called out my name and I had to leave. Our second encounter was at a local bookstore, where our fingers brushed while reaching for the same novel. Our eyes locked, and within moments, and to my surprise he struck up a conversation first and our conversation lasted for hours. His infectious laughter and genuine interest in my passions had instantly drawn me closer to him.

They landed on the booklet the owner handed Flora earlier and flew away again. Flora did not move her sight away from the two visitors she had in her room until they left and grabbed that booklet. She sat up straight and closed her eyes. "God, please send e the right person to guide me in this place," she heartily prayed. She was hoping to have her break fun and totally stress-free. She needs to have a good companion to make it happen. Flora took a deep breath, and with her eyes closed, she opened the book. She slowly opened her eyes. "Damien Castle," Flora read beside the name column on the print.

he whispered to her ear and she nodded, loosening their entangled arms. “What are you doing here?” she asked, looking into his sad eyes. “My grandmother had an accident with her best friend,” he answered anxiously. She closed her eyes and said, “My nana..” then tears followed when he nodded his head. Nuala looked at the people behind Enoch and saw a familiar face, the author, Henry. Her mother’s first love. “Henry Smith?” she said, confusion written on her face. ‘Oh dear Lord, not like this.’ Enoch thought as the truth unfolds.

A smile formed on his face. A chance. To see that city again. And maybe… her. In his heart, Heri whispered a quiet hope—that fate, however small the chance, might give them one more moment. In the city wrapped in magic, hope, and dreams. Tokyo. ***