A Chance Encounter Novels & Stories

Chris I’m getting too old for nightclubs. This is what I think as I meander through the sea of people dancing without a care in the world, dodging limbs as they fly around. This club in particular is rowdier and noisier than I like, and I again curse under my breath, wondering why on earth my friends have decided to meet here, of all places. As my eyes continue to scan the room, they collide with a familiar pair of light brown ones. My brows knot as I squint, certain my mind is playing tricks on me.

“That is not how it should be.” Maeve interrupts me with a small motion of her hand, her fingers still loosely wrapped around mine. “Not every connection begins where you expect it to,” she says. “Some touch long before they are recognised.” I frown. “I am not even close to having contact with my true partner.” She merely smiles, as if my words do nothing to change what she sees. “Contact is not always touch,” she says. “And recognition is sometimes delayed. By fear, by poor timing, and even by other partners.”

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.

My mouth stretched into a smile so wretched I could feel it cracking. "Vivian, do you remember how many chances are left? Aren't you afraid you'll use them all?" She stopped, then slowly turned around. Clearly, she thought the question was absurd. Still, she let out a dismissive laugh. "One hundred is a big number. It's not that easy to use them all." Yes. One hundred chances sounded like a lot. But in six years of marriage, Vivian had indulged Caleb far more often than anyone should.

There’d never been a blurring of the line between the two, so he didn’t have any experience with the complication she presented now. Chance gave himself a firm mental shake. One thing he did know. Friends used their mouths for talking. So, fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, he forced his gaze to the road and talked. “Tuesday, I have a charity event to attend to… You have to come with me.” Melora shifted around until her knees tucked up and her back half pressed against the passenger door. “We’ll arrive separately. Maintain a decent distance throughout. Though you find it impossible to keep your eyes off me,” he amended, just for kicks.

" There was giggling on Aurora's end, with a male voice, before she hung up. It didn't take Chance a minute to get there, and as he sat in his car. His mind went back to when he first met Aurora. ("Hey, do you work here?" A soft voice asked, causing Chance to face the female it came from. "Uh, no. It's a coincidence that I just happens to wear the same shirt as the employees here. You are not the first to ask that question." The girl, who was a foot and some shorter than Chance, stared up at him. "Wow, you look like me." "What?" Chance asked, thinking she was just taking a piss. "No, really. You look like me." She forced Chance to look like the mirror. He saw what she was talking about, but

stopping dead in his thoughts as he moves the box away, he is met with destiny’s unfortunate gift for him for the start of his adult life. “Tsk!” smirking from ear to ear he did not expect to have the fortunate chance of the year, Clay mend to meet the person he just thinking about just a few nights before. Locking gaze with each other, with Andrea giving a high five to Dylan with Kean and Ian in two. The unexpected chance of the day and an unplan setup comes with the perfect opportunity to let the two meet again. “This is what I call the perfect coincidence with a touch of a play set up.” As Andrea's side compliments, thanking fate and destiny for taking her side and making her job easy.

But it was a fleeting meeting, until chance intervened. A few weeks after our first meeting, we saw each other again. I was attending a lunch time charity gala, where my bank had about a table. Kat was the emcee of the event. I played it similarly to the walkaround tasting. After the program, as people mingled during lunch, I tracked her movements and found a suitable natural moment to go up and say hi. "Hi, Kat," I said, "we met a couple weeks ago..." "At the foundation event. Yes! You saved me from the short rib," she said. I gave a broad smile.

The man was a tough one but the girl he is so soft as he talks and gives her history of the school. The students were curious to as who this girl could be. The man wouldn't be doing all this for no reason. She most be someone from a prominent family they guessed it else who? ...…. Anna is on her way to the cafeteria when she bumped into someone. Her body frozen as the thought that she might have hurt this person made her scared.

Why was she so hesitant to do it? It's supposed to be a one night stand and she got pregnant? So what, it happens! it happened! As she gave thought to all of these problems, the door to her office was suddenly pusjed open and she couldn’t help but turn in her chair to face whoever it was. Right, it all started from him!