Chance A Novel Novels & Stories

After five years of hurting each other, I was finally tired of Aiden Russell. Five years ago, I finally brought down the biggest drug lord in the Walled City and avenged my father, Paul Chadwick, who had died in the line of duty. But Aiden refused to let the drug lord's daughter, Naomi Siddall, die. He even threatened to take his own life just to force me to agree. After the operation, Aiden brought Naomi back to our home. From that day on, we never stopped hurting each other. Once, I held a knife to Naomi's throat. Aiden immediately pointed his gun at me without hesitation. When I threw away Naomi's medicine, Aiden stripped me and threw me out into the freezing snow. Then one day, Naomi tim

Blaze and Gunner are holding Aiden back. Aiden's POV Chance walks into the clubhouse with rage and murder in his eyes. When he looks at me he is filled with hatred. "Fuck up just once; and she's mine! If I come back and she's not claimed, she's mine!" Chance points a finger at me. "Come back and your dead!" I roar. Remi's face pales. Her legs give out and she plops down on one of the couches. She leans her head back on the couch running her hands over her face.

"Is Vivian trying to swoop in while he's vulnerable? That's so inappropriate!" "Alpha Tyler shoved Vivian in public? Don't tell me he's still hung up on Ginny?" "Who is Ginny exactly, to make the chairman of the Werewolf Council lose his mind like this?" Speculation and conspiracy theories spread like wildfire on every major forum across the werewolf social networks. This emotional storm placed Tyler, Vivian, and me at the center of a public frenzy. Meanwhile, hidden away in a distant land, I knew absolutely nothing about the chaos unfolding. I was enjoying the tranquility of isolation in a hidden neutral territory, rediscovering the long-lost feeling of freedom and peace.

Zoey hummed and withdrew her gaze, fixing her attention on Sean, as though the rest of the world had faded away. She was my wife and Jonathan's mother, yet here she was showing affection for another man. The irony was sobering, and the thought drew a self-mocking smile from me. I had wanted to tell her about my resignation, but it seemed unnecessary. She had never cared about me, about Jonathan, or about this hollow marriage. When I returned to my desk, I received a call from Jonathan's smartwatch. "Daddy, there's an early dismissal today for a parent-teacher meeting. Ms. Chance has brought me to your office."

“You want another chance? Regina, being reborn is already a gift from heaven. We’re adults. We have to take responsibility for the choices we make.” I looked straight into her eyes. “I don’t regret leaving you, marrying Sadie, or not choosing the life that’s truly mine.” Her voice broke with frustration. “I gave you ten years of my life. My love isn’t less than Sadie’s, so why must it be her?” I smiled faintly and asked, “Since we had ten years, Regina, tell me, what’s my favorite food? What am I allergic to? My favorite color? What games do I play?”

Without my brothers planned trip to come here I don't know what would have happened and now I was still slightly bruised and since I had been too busy too keep up with the news that I hadn't seen the Rayden and Sarah been on all the local headlines. With all the excitement that had been happening in my days especially since my house has been sold and once the money has been transferred over we will be on the next plane home. A day later the transfer came through and had landed safely in my home account. Wanting to let off steam, we booked us a spot on top of the sky city scraper that had a view of the surrounding scenery. As we ate a beautifully cooked meal, with me in the middle and we all

How could I? Leaning against one of the bookshelves I mindlessly thumb through a book in my hand. Occasionally I glance at Rae chuckling at her expressions. She’s become very animated ever since she began researching. I almost thought it was a fluke when I caught her dancing in the cell, but now I think her personality is beginning to shine. I really enjoy it, it’s completely different and greatly enjoyed.

Byron chimed in. I recalled reading about Chance’s service in the military. “Special Forces, right?” Surprise flashed across both their expressions. “What?” I asked defensively, meeting Chance’s eyes. “Ignorance is not bliss. And after our one conversation, it was only fair. You know everything about me, so I might as well know something about you.” Chance’s one eyebrow Walker, his eyes studying me as if deciding whether he was happy or not about this new revelation. “How long ago?” Chance asked casually, though I could sense tension rolling off him and a hint of vulnerability lingered in those green depths.

it could be mine. I got up from my chair and walked to the glass wall that covered half my office. The city stretched out below, gray and alive. Cars raced down the avenues like hurried ants, and down there, somewhere hidden, she was probably already working again, serving other tables, trying not to cross paths with my gaze. Her bracelet was still in my drawer. I never had the courage to throw it away. Nor to look for answers. It was easier to pretend that night was just that: a night. An accident between two strangers. A distraction before the world went back to being the same.

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h