A Chance Encounter Book Novels & Stories

Instinct pushed me harder, faster, until I reached the library. The doors were thrown open. Papers lay strewn across the floor, smoke hung heavy in the air, and Eamon fought two men in a brutal clash of steel and muscle. Shelves cracked under the force of their bodies. It was a savage, ugly fight, but my stomach dropped at the sight that mattered most. Rissa wasn’t there. My gut twisted. Then the side door slammed against the wall, and through it I glimpsed her, stepping into the hall beyond. A shadow detached itself from the darkness and moved toward her, deliberate and slow. A predator closing in.

She picked the briefcase and the touch of it reminded her something. Sally: Oh, yes, take this with you. You both will need it. Sally left the briefcase and with her heels clashing the floor in happiness; she walked out. Celia was shocked and amazed but was dazed into Elliot’s reaction to this. She still frightens the incident when he had beaten a guy to death. Flashback One guy among the crowd who had hooted for Celia’s courage and strength during the rag encounter, spot Celia reading a book on a vacant bench.

A Chinchilla he replied. "What's that? I asked him not knowing what it was and he went ahead to explain that it's a rodent and looks just like a rat. How then did you see me? I asked him." "I was behind you watching if it will harm you but surprisingly it scooted away from you. Caught the chinchilla and still crossed you again without glancing your way. Wow, I'm amazed" I replied to him." "After our little discussion we feasted on the fishes, talked about few things; how we met, how we fell in love, and all those relationship talks."

How could I? Leaning against one of the bookshelves I mindlessly thumb through a book in my hand. Occasionally I glance at Rae chuckling at her expressions. She’s become very animated ever since she began researching. I almost thought it was a fluke when I caught her dancing in the cell, but now I think her personality is beginning to shine. I really enjoy it, it’s completely different and greatly enjoyed.

I met her through an art gallery exhibit where Gwyneth took me and she was introduced by our common friend Richard Schwartz whom I call Ricky. The first time I met Jolene, she was very fun to be with and truly an excellent conversationalist who can keep the conversation going for hours. We got along pretty well and talked about the same interests which ignited that sexual feeling I was being pulled towards her enchanting personality. She was a charmer. A fucking charmer.

I eat, sleep, wake up, and shower while paying attention to my surroundings. I had thought of calling my siblings and friends to tell them about the good news, but I had no proof, not even a single selfie with David. The next day, I had walked outside of my apartment, stood in the same position where David stood while waving back at me. The probability that David would come back to see me was 0.0%, but still I hoped he would pass by. I suddenly wondered what he was doing in my neighborhood, wasn't it too much of a cliché? I pondered out loud. "Could it be that he lived in my area? No way!" I gasped. The moment I suddenly turned back to go into my apartment, there he was, the man of my dreams

He tossed her right into the SUV parked at the side, as if she were just a sandbag. Yes, he tossed her into the car. I pursed my lips briefly. He was indeed… behaving like a tough guy. Nicole's arrival was never part of the plan. Four years ago, I went down to a bar to drown my sorrows right after a breakup. That was where I met a man. He was the definition of stoic and sexy. Everything about his appearance, down to the way he breathed, was exactly what I looked for in a man. Fueled by liquid courage, I slept with him. Surprisingly, our chemistry that night was completely off the charts.

Unexpectedly, Rebecca had the audacity to show up at my doorstep, shamelessly wailing outside the Hale Group's building. "I was blind before! I couldn't see the scheme those two snakes were running. Tyler, I've thought about it for the past five years, and I've learned so much! People shouldn't trample on others' sincerity. I've made up my mind—I will be completely devoted to you. Tyler, forgive me for the mistakes I made unknowingly! Please give us another chance. I know now that everything you did was to make me realize the truth. I'm wide awake now. I really know I was wrong, and from now on, I'll love you with all my heart!"

Chance’s feet were moving before his brain had even finished processing the plan. Neck deep in a cloud of ill-fitting taffeta and tulle, Melora Channing pressed her shoulders into the wall behind her. Stretching across the floor of her hideout, a miraculously unlocked utility room, discovered purely by accident three weddings before, she braced a foot against the door. He just stopped near her, leaving her stunned for a second. “Not in a million years, Chance Benson!” she said shaking her head. “The women will sniff you out like hound dogs. Go away and find your own escape room.”

An oversized cardigan, a pleated skirt that rested just above my knees, and rimmed glasses; my hair was in a messy bun with a pencil stuck into it. No one ever looked twice at the quiet Elena Voss. Perfect. I headed straight to the Rare Books section, the one Dr. Marcus Hale guarded like a treasure. I chose my usual spot; a wooden table tucked between towering shelves and I spread out my notes. But my real prize was waiting for me right on the shelf, a leather-bound book I’d discovered two weeks ago. Shadows of Desire by Marcus Hale. My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures.