A Chance Encounter Book Novels & Stories

I couldn’t blame her; most people found Saoirse’s enthusiasm contagious and her random words entertaining. “Lilly,” A familiar voice called, and for a second I froze, sure that I imagined it. Slowly turning around in the direction of it, I came face-to-face with Chance. His towering frame forced me to crane my neck or just stare at his chest. The smile on my face turned unnatural as I stared into his deep green eyes, unable to utter a single vowel. The words he whispered as he fucked me yesterday came rushing back and my breathing slightly wavered. How could it be that my luck sucked so much that I had to run into him out of all the people on this planet?

"I'm full of surprises, you might not remember that" But I did remember, I remembered that there was a time when Melanie's surprises had been the only thing standing between me and my sanity. I chuckled, low and rough. "I remember." At that the air felt electrified, and I cleared my throat and reached out, my fingers brushing against the book she was holding. "What's so interesting about this one?" Melanie's eyes flickered, but she didn't back down. "It's...it's about second chances." I raised an eyebrow and took a seat beside her. "Second chances, you say, do you think people get those?"

He firmly grasped my hand, leading me away from the tense encounter. The unexpected turn of events had transformed the gala into a night of unforeseen meetings and revelations. As we made our way through the murmuring crowd, I couldn't help but wonder about the complex web of connections that had brought us all together. Little did I know that this night would mark the beginning of a journey filled with unexpected twists and turns, where the past intertwined with the present, and where our destinies would be reshaped by the choices we made and the connections we formed.

Lots of smut. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a book convo,” I said. “Have you read anything noteworthy?” Chance whispered. As if we were sharing secrets. “I’ve been so busy. My latest read is an omegaverse,” I whispered back. “Mm.. there’s a lot of smut in those,” he teased. “There is,” I said. “Did I not give you enough last night?” he gasped. My step faltered, and I inhaled sharply.

Erica kept talking, but my mind was just drifting all over the place except the present. Her words blurred into noise—as if someone’s flipping book pages too fast to catch “... oh right, by the way,” Erica casually dropped the bomb, snapping me back, “the CEO’s visiting this department later.”

The possibilities were endless, but the execution had to be perfect. She would never suspect. Not at first. It had to be natural, seamless, as if fate had merely aligned their paths. An accidental encounter at the bookstore? Or perhaps the café she frequented—where the scent of coffee masked the true nature of observation, where conversations blurred into background noise. Somewhere casual, somewhere safe, until safe no longer applied.

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

Charlotte wondered if that was a theme Mia had missed. She stood on her feet, ready to go and 'socialize'. She looked around discreetly for a target. She found one; a blond lady, probably in her early forties, in a knee-length white dress with a chic pair of heels and a pouch in hand. Charlotte immediately approached her before anyone else did. "Hi, I'm Charlotte." Charlotte said with a polite smile, extending her hand to the lady. "Charlotte who?" The lady said with a equally polite smile. Charlotte didn't falter

Amelia exclaimed, as she bent to gather her scattered items. Uncle Smith, the same man she had nodded to earlier, crouched beside her, his eyes locking onto hers as they both reached for the same fallen book. Their fingers touched, and a jolt of electricity ran through Amelia's body. She felt a sudden connection, as if their hands had sparked a flame that ignited a deep recognition within her. As they stood up, their eyes remained fixed on each other, the bustling coffee shop fading into the background. Amelia's heart raced, her mind reeling with the unexpected encounter.

How could Irene influence Steven? While they were talking, Steven's phone rang, so he interrupted the conversation with Edric and began to answer it. It seemed to be something about work, and he spoke on the phone for a long time. Edric felt a little bored, so he picked up a book on Steven's desk and flipped through it. But he didn't expect that a photo would fall from the inside. Edric picked up the photo and was ready to put it back in the book, but he froze as if he had been electrified when he saw the person in the picture.