A Hundred Chances Novels & Stories

"How the fuck is this interesting to you? The main event is delayed by this crap..." "Tch… Just think about it. She allowed the bets, right? Don't you think it's an opportunity?" "Wait! Are you..." "Yes! This is definitely an opportunity… if we place the right bets, we can make a lot more than we already have!" "But there is a chance we might end up with lesser than what we have..." "Maybe… but didn't you hear the info about them… one of them has 4 years experience and the other one is a full-fledged member of Phoenix God's… which one do you think has a higher chance?"

It was all down to luck if one managed to pick out any valuable energy bubbles. Lourain widened his eyes, "A thousand bubbles, and we can only pick three! That means there are only three out of a thousand chances that I get anything valuable!" Fane slowly nodded, "It's a bit more than that, but not by much. It means that getting any valuable treasures is all down to luck! Is this the chance to change your destiny? I feel like even if it is, it's just one of them. There should be more chances like that in the future. However, the chances are just too low. Unless you are incredibly lucky, there's a large chance you'll get an empty bubble."

Nothing good ever happens to me. I take some deep breaths and I put my shoes on. I opened the door and the scent hits me again. I give a couple of steps and I stop in front of her door taking in her smell. I shake my head telling myself this can’t happen and I walk downstairs towards outside. There’s a big tent in the back garden of the house and I can hear people talking. The noise is defining. The pack was sent to only had the elders unmarked. I never got to mark Emily. A year appears on the corner of my eye and I shake all those thoughts away from my head as I walk inside the tent.

“Sixty two, Sixty three, Sixty four. . . Eighty seven, Eighty eight, Eighty nine, and Ninety.” I heard a man scream from inside when they counted a Ninety dollars. I mean, Ninety thousand dollars. I heard the sound of hands clasping together in a handshake, chuckles and laughter. Who wouldn’t be happy to be counting Ninety thousand dollars? Although, off the top of my head, I knew all that money was not a hundred percent acquired through legal means. Did I say a hundred? I meant one percent. And this was unarguable. Why was I so sure of this?

Chances of you getting pregnant again are one in a billion… or was it one in a million? I couldn’t jump to conclusions. I had an uneasy feeling I wouldn’t have to search long for answers. For the first time in my life, I prayed that there was no chance in hell I’d be pregnant, despite the fact I always wanted a big family. Because it would mean I lied to Chance. Albeit unintentionally. I didn’t think he’d see it that way. My front door opened and my youngest ran out the door into my arms, putting a halt to all my troubles.

'Young lady just calm down, she's surely going to be good. 'What are the chances?' 'Let's say 80percent chance.' 'Oh then I guess we can bet on that yeah?.' 'Yes we can but as soon as the money is deposited.' 'How much are we talking about doctor?' she asked with a slight frown on her face. 'Just ten thousand dollars.' he replied casually. 'Just, really just?' she asked '.....I don't have that much doctor, I don't even have half of the money.' she said to the doctor in a sympathetic manner.

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.”

“She was very cautious in the first four rounds and only dared to lose 150 grand each time. This time, she has the guts to bet 115 million, so she must have a high chance of winning. Among the five community cards are the red jack of hearts, the ten of hearts, and the ace of hearts. Could it be a royal flush?” “How is that possible? That’s a probability of one in tens of thousands. Isn’t she just a beginner?!”

He would go for his no matter the danger ahead. "What are we betting on?" I crossed my hands over my chest. I was ready for anything. "A hundred million dollars! Whoever gets the girl to fall in love first, wins." "And who loses?" I asked. "If in two months one doesn't get her to fall in love. Loser gives the winner a hundred million and leaves the country for good.… deal?" Levi stretched his hand out with a stern look. "Deal." I took his hands.

To Chance, quite literally sticking his head back into her life after walking out of it all those years ago. “Last call, princess, or I blow the horn. Lots of hopefuls out there tonight waiting for a shot.”