A Hundred Chances Novels & Stories

I also told her what Mary said. "You have to grab this opportunity and give him a chance, also give your heart a chance to fall in love again" She said Should I give him a chance?

“Don’t touch me!” Kai’s frown deepens, but he stays right behind Chance. “Please, Chance. I’m sorry. I’ll say it a hundred times if it will make you happy. Give me another chance. Please.” This time, Chance doesn’t reply, but stomps harder and faster as he dashes towards the resort. When the two are finally out of view, a chuckle burst out of me. I don’t even have to ask, and I’ve gotten my answer to my questions. Maybe I should be patient more often. Nah. That isn’t me.

"One in a thousand is also a chance." Then, Caspian looked directly at Charles and confronted him, adding, "What's more, you'll soon learn that the chance is not only one in a thousand." "If that's the case, then I'll break your bones inch by inch in front of these guys." Charles smiled, suddenly turning into a streamer and rushing toward Caspian. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The air around him would continuously explode wherever Charles went, and visible circles of ripples would spread to the surroundings.

“No. I did not win anything.” Harriet, then, pointed the huge TV screen beside the host who’s holding the microphone. “See those numbers in the screen.” Cassius gawked at the numbers display. “To get the prize, you need to choose a number. The number might be a dud or the winning prize.” There are only five left numbers to choose and one prize left. Which mean, there is only 20% chance to win the game. ‘However, if Harriet can remember which one is the answer, then she can win this,’ Cassius concluded.

Everyone focused intently as the cover rose. Four… two… three. The dice indeed totaled nine. Sean won. “Damn! He just guessed and still won. This guy is unbelievably lucky!” “He just won twenty billion in the first round. That’s insane luck!”

"Because I'm certain he'll be using up his last three chances within the next three days." Just then, Bryan came in. "What chances?" he asked with a puzzled expression, my mink coat draped over his arm.

“Perhaps, I made exceptions for you Rahul.” His eyes sunk in horror. “I've never killed that slowly before. You broke the record.” “But let me make this clear to you,” I told him. “Antonio. Doesn't. Fuck. With. Time.” “You have ten seconds.” I started to count. “You know,” Lisa started. 10 “You better agree.” 9 “He is going to shoot you anyway.” 8 “But your wife might survive.” 7 “Might?” his voice broke. 6 “He could get the password you know.”

Watching his face turn purple he stood as his daughter refused to answer his question instead decided to cry hoping her father would let it go. The redness in his face made him stand and express the opportunity for today's discussion and he has another meeting to be at and will wish us a good day, as he turned and left the meeting room without even waiting to see if his daughter was following him. The haughty girl I had been encountering over the past thirteen months that she had walked in here like she was made for it. As I saw that the door had sealed her in here with me, so I stood again ready to pounce on this bitch when she noticed my action and quickly left nearly smacking into the doo

Caspien danced, letting the music take him wherever. He couldn't see Arkin anymore. Just a while ago, he was surrounded by several women, including a famous actress. Caspien didn't notice he was drifting away. He just kept drinking, grabbing whatever was on the trays that passed by him. He didn't even know what he was drinking. All he knew was that there was a sweet, burning sensation in his throat.

If they knew, they would only push me into attending another second-chance evening. I had once made the mistake of going. The set-up resembled human speed dating: women seated at tables while men moved from one to the next. The difference was that we wolves spent those five minutes holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, searching for a connection. Once past the age of thirty, the mate bond is no longer overwhelming, though faint traces of it can still be found. No one truly knows what those ‘hints’ are, as they manifest differently for everyone. That evening had been the longest and most uncomfortable of my life.