Chance A Novel Novels & Stories

"Did you hear about the cafeteria owner? He attacked a man yesterday. They say it looks like an animal. I didn’t see it, but whoever saw it swears it was monster stuff." I didn’t need to say anything more. The drink, the taste of novelty, and the vanity of seeming informed would do the rest. By the end of the night, every bar table would be repeating the same story, with increasingly grotesque details. Bigger claws, shining eyes, blood everywhere. I didn’t need to invent. The city was invented for me. I went back to the office when the sun was already shining on the windows. My betas were waiting for me, attentive. One of them, the youngest, seemed restless. "Lord, what if he reacts? What if

After downing his drinks and grabbing two more, Chance thought it best to move to a more dense area, or somewhere out of sight, preferably with low lightning and no snobby rich folk. So he settled where there were sofas overlooking the city, and with very few people that were having drinks and seem to be in their own world, not too caring about those around them. “I like your style, stranger.” Chance just sat back to relax in an oversize, yet comfortable sofa, when the voice came, one which raise above all the others that whispered to each other. Chance straightened in an upright position, gazing in the voice's direction. Peering back at him were two mischievous grey eyes and a face that has

That he wasn’t belonging to that rich world. The gates of hell opened because of one unintentional mistake. All the frustrations and inequities of his youth came to a head all driven by one look. One girl. She became his damnation and his reason for doing better, doing more. Being the best at everything. Chance leaned against the car and closed his eyes. And like that, the years folded over. He was eighteen again, his feet were pounding up the stairs at the Channing villa as he went for the textbook, he’d left on Brando’s room the night before.

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?

’ Chance said. ‘All you’ve missed so far is….’ Clarissa said rummaging through her bag. ‘… it’s your birthday in a few days, so I got you this’ She stretched her hands to give Chance two books which he accepted beaming with smiles. Chance looked at Marley expectantly. Marley scratched his ear and muttered a miserable ‘I forgot. I’ll get you some next time.’ ‘That’s what he always says.’ Chance said and Clarissa burst out laughing at the look of exasperation on Marley’s face.

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it