A Hundred Chances Novels & Stories

"Right? We give him his best chance? Even if it's scary?" "Yes. We operate. We, we give him every possible chance. That's, that's what we decided when we named him. Chance. We give him his chance. His opportunity. His, his possibility. Even if the possibility is uncertain. Even if, even if we might lose him. We try anyway."

First Date *************** Narrators pov *************** He stood at the cafe door patiently waiting for her, she was already 10 minutes late. Anthony made up his mind that even if she doesn't come, he would understand. Their meeting each other had been a coincidence and whatever spark he felt they both had must have diminished for her.

She had been betrayed once before, and she refused to let it happen again. As she walked out of Ethan's life, Lily felt a sense of sadness but also a sense of relief. She knew that she had made the right decision, and that she was finally free to find someone who would truly love and respect her. She had learned that sometimes, "a second chance with someone new was the best thing you could ask for".

At the onset of this year, Chance Technology achieved a significant breakthrough, enticing many businessmen who sensed the alluring aroma of business opportunities and extended olive branches. However, how could Theo, engrossed in the realm of low-end electrical appliances, be privy to such knowledge? "How much does he intend to invest?" As I uttered these words, I captured a snapshot of the tie Freya had purchased for me, using my phone, while displaying a hint of dissatisfaction and adjusting the angle once more. "He conveyed to Mr. Chance discreetly, stating a minimum of 80 million," Jeremy responded. A pause followed my thoughts racing, "His company's half-year revenue doesn't amount to

"Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want to make a deal with you. You'll tell me what I want to know, and I'll find a way to help you obtain justice and allow you to get out of here. How does that sound?" Simon smoked his cigarette in silence, and Edric continued, "I'm only giving you one chance, and it depends on whether you can provide me with something valuable in return. Let me remind you that this is the only chance you'll ever get. If you miss this chance, you'll never get another one again! I hope you'll think this over carefully. Once you've decided, you can tell the authorities to pass on the message.”

"Go on, open it." Chance chuckled. He read the message over, then looked at her. "Well?" "Sorry but." He said, watching her face fall. "It says we are only eighty-five percent related." He added. "What really?" Aurora bounced up and down on her toes. Chance showed her the screen. She read the message, then threw herself at him. "Oh, happy days! I can't wait for them to hear about this, it's so hard hiding this from them." "Ok, but before we do this. I have to do something first."

Ahana All the way back to Golders Green, it feels like I’m floating. I say several prayers thanking God for this wonderful stroke of luck, still unable to believe how I have gone from being pretty much homeless, to being offered a comfortable roof over my head, and without my having to spend a dime. This is beyond lucky or fortuitous. This is a downright blessing from the Most High!

Alexander's tightly gripped phone crashed to the floor. He looked up, his usually calm and wise eyes filled with confusion. "What did you say?" Lucas carefully repeated the terrible news. Alexander stared at him for a long time, then suddenly pulled his lips into a sarcastic smile. His voice was certain as he asked, "Lucas, how much money did Isabella and Kimmy give you to help them put on this show?" Lucas was stunned by Alexander's question and didn't react for a moment. "What?"

He pulled out a massive stack of cash—bundles upon bundles of $1,000 pesos bills—and spread them out like a fan. ​"Listen up, Jamie. The waitress job is fine, but this is better. Confidential. One night. Fifty thousand pesos," he offered, his eyes holding mine, daring me to look at the money. ​Fifty thousand pesos. My debt, my rent, my worries—they all evaporated at the sight of that pile. For a split second, I nearly broke. It’s for the baby, the desperate voice whispered. Everyone sins to survive. ​Mark saw the flicker in my eyes and upped the ante. He pulled another fat bundle from his pocket and threw it onto the desk.

"That's not it. I'm here because I love you. I told him those things because I love you. I don't want to hurt you anymore. "Matthew, I love you. I'm in love with you..." Words of love always sounded beautiful. If this were before, I might have forgiven her again. But this was the 100th, and I had no forgiveness left. Even if she meant it, so what? I gave her a hundred chances. "I don't want your love anymore, Tiffany. Just because you love me doesn't mean I owe you anything in return," I said. At that, Tiffany's tears finally fell. She gave me many firsts that day—her first time looking disheveled, her first time crying. But none of it moved me.