Chance A Novel Novels & Stories

"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."

"Where's Lilith?" *********** "Lilith is..." Mrs crimson stammered. "Isn't she home?" clyde asked already worried. "I only left her at home to buy something across the road and I couldn't find her again." Mrs crimson said almost at the verge of crying. "Mom, I kept her at your watch, how could you be so careless already. If anything happens to her mom, you know she is an orphan." Clyde said. "Am sorry, I should have been more careful." Mrs crimson apologized.

“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.

She pressed the down button; her fingers lingered on the cold metal as she waited for the chime that finally signalled her release. The elevator chimed open with a ding. Doors sliding open. Thank goodness it’s empty. Jane stepped inside, feeling relieved. She pressed the button for the ground floor when a hand shot through the doors as they began to close.

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

Chris Monday evening, as I walk Muna home from the bus stop, I realise I am back to square one. With two back-to-back route Au pair disaster, I don't want to go through that route again. But if not that, then what? It’s a little past 5pm, so I fix Muna a peanut butter and jam sandwich for her tea. As she eats, I contemplate what to order in for dinner, Chinese or a good old pizza, the only kind of Italian delicacy I like. Before I can decide, my phone rings. I frown when I see Ada’s name on the display. I am tempted to ignore it like I used to, but I decide to put us both out of our misery and end this nonsense once and for all.

I’d probably have a higher chance of blending in with the wall beside us, instead of gathering the amount of attention this man does. There is no chance of us being a thing happening.