Author Karen Chance Novels & Stories

Anyone could tell that just by looking at him. "I'm glad you decided to come," he told her. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am council leader Jaron, the ruler of Desy, our planet." He gave her a kind smile, his red eyes shining with what looked like admiration. "What, may I ask, is your name, miss?" "Jaida," she answered softly. "It's Jaida Carlson."

"No, you are cute and all, but I have a boyfriend and you are so much older than me. Now give me your number." "I know, you work with either some gossip blog or-" "Neither, just a random girl who happens to stumble upon a guy that looks like her." "Right." "My name is Aurora, by the way. I already know that you are Chance." "And here I thought you didn't know me." "Never said I didn't. In fact, we had no such conversation. I do know who you are from all the nasty I*******m posts, but like I said, I don't work for anyone. Just a regular girl."

Everything seemed to be going well until Karen's phone rang ,revealing, 'Cole that might work. Follow my author page on Facebook: author faith Odulesi and my Instagram @faithodulesi

Chantelle's POV As Delcan asked me out, I could feel my heart racing. I knew I should say no, but something about him made me want to say yes. I could see the hope in his eyes, and I couldn't bear to disappoint him. I felt myself blushing as I gave him my answer. "Yes," I said. His face lit up with joy, and I felt my stomach do a somersault. I didn't know what to expect from this date, but I knew I was in for an adventure. I walked into my house, feeling a rush of joy. My uncle and his family were sitting in the living room, waiting for me to start working, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My thoughts were consumed by the upcoming date with Delcan. I knew it was foolish to get so excited

Judging by Josephineea's data, Rita has traveled half the world, but it is not written how she manages to finance her expensive hobby. Candidate number 3, Karen ... This time he didn't even bother to look for her last name, knowing that it certainly wasn't listed. Karen should work as a model. Her beautiful blue eyes and Nordic light hair would drive air out of every man's lungs. She is not a student and has no loans. She is the manager of a nursing home, and in her free time, she gives piano lessons to girls and boys in the children's club.

I walked out of the bedroom to an appreciate audience of three—Tyler, Karen, and Monica. "Ooh, girl," Karen said. "You look good!" Karen was one of my human donors. She had been Johan's foreign affairs coordinator, spoke a number of languages, and handled any overseas dealings. Karen was a petite ebony brown sister with long natural hair who didn't look a day over twenty-two though she was in her late forties. Staying young is a definite perk to donating your blood. I sashayed and did a runway model walk until we all cracked up. Monica, my secretary, informed me that Mara and Kat were completing another safe house. No sooner did we have one completed then it filled up.

he ended his speech and walked down the stage. It's been close to two years since Karen left, and he had lived every day with the hope that she was going to return. He had refused to date, even when the pressure from his best friend and mother was getting intense. He was going to wait for Karen. **** “And the best graduating student, M.A Journalism, and business administration… Karina Smith.” the chancellor announced from the stage and Karen walked up the stage to get her awards. She was finally rounding up her studies in the country, and she had graduated with flying colors. She bowed slightly as she shook hands with the chancellor before collecting her awards. She posed for a photo before

As Karen catches sight of her, Alex Byrne rushes toward her, enveloping her in a warm embrace while exclaiming with unbridled delight: "Hey Karen, word on the grapevine is that you're romantically involved with Professor Jim Ramsay. How splendid! Congratulations to you." Karen Goodwill's brows furrowed in surprise as she locked eyes with Alex Byrne, her expression a mix of curiosity and confusion. She couldn't fathom the source of this news, finding it both peculiar and utterly untrue. With a warm smile, Karen Goodwill gently responded: "Listen, my dear, that's far from the truth. There's no romantic involvement between me and Professor Ramsay. I do hold immense admiration for him, though. H

Mallory’s the champion at the moment, but we could do with a female challenger. Pink with exertion and Armina’s praise, Karen dismounted, petting the mare, who was recovering her wind. The animal’s warm breath wafted over her skin; the big noble head nuzzled gently into her shoulder. Karen knew a moment of pure happiness. It was as if she had passed through an initiation rite and been accepted by the ancient manor and its environs.

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