Chance Book Novels & Stories

I would like to say thank you to my editor, all the supporters who read my book, and everyone else that was there every step of the way throughout this journey. Thank you for your positive comments and ratings every time I post a chapter. I hope you all enjoyed this story. For those of you that have read Me & Mr. CEO, book 2 of the series is out now called The CEO's Chance. It can be read as a standalone as well. Thank you again everyone! Stay safe and see you at the next book everyone! -K. T. Natua

she was a very hard-working person. So it didn't take a long time to expand her business. She became the youngest woman to rule the business industry. “Sis, let's go.” Max met with Alexis at the gate of the graveyard. Max was carrying a large bouquet of white flowers. Their mother loved this white flower. They went to their mother's headstone. They prayed for only one min however from the back, a knife come as straight as an arrow to Alexis' heart “ahhhh..... MAX run RUN MAX .....”ALEXIS shouted.

I bent down and looked at the books, trying to pick one to read for this period. I finally settled for " A chance at true love " and a smile tugged at my lips, I have been wanting to read this book since but haven't had the chance. I walked to the free roll where there wasn't any people before sitting down. I placed my earpiece in both if my ears before opening the book so I can start reading. You might find it weird but I can listen to music and at the same time read, well because it makes me feel like I'm in the book. " Betty "

"I'm gonna guess that's not the way his mom remembers it." She smiles and reshelves the book. "That's actually a really sweet book. And if Chance was older, I would buy it right now. But he's turning one." "So?" I follow her as she walks around to another shelf. "So right now he's going to do two things with books… eat them and tear the pages. We'd better get some board books." We spend the next several minutes looking at books that are very obviously written for babies. Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book.

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

Of all the assholes in this world, this one got blessed with an angel. I’m the luckiest asshole there is. – Chance Chance grumbled as he made his way to the front door. He found his mother and sister, Evie and Karan. “What time is it?” he asked as the four women entered. “Eight.” His mother said and his sister added “Ish.” “Define nine. Ish.” “Seven thirty.” Karan laughed. “I need coffee.” Chance said making his way past the women and to the kitchen.

“I will spend some more time here.” “Why”? Chance was puzzled, while Terrence simply stared at him. “You’re kicking me out?” Terrence asked. “What?! No”! Chance declared loudly. “Just, come here.” he nodded and headed in. The place was a complete mess, a reason why Chance didn’t want Terrence to come in, but somehow Terrence seemed unfazed by the chaos. “Make yourself comfortable I guess.” Chance shrugged. Chance was busy setting up some of the stuff in the living room when his eyes fell on the Calendar. There were some important dates marked, including the days he did it with Terrence. For some reason seeing it ticked him off. It took him a while before he could finally comprehend.

Claire and Jamie are going at it, high-budget porn style again, but I still can't concentrate. I want so bad to text Daniel and find out where his head is at. I want to reassure him that Chance is a baby. He's trying to figure out language and how sounds make words. I read all about it in my baby book. But I won't be that girl. I won't be the girl who chases him.

Claire and Jamie are going at it, high-budget porn style again, but I still can't concentrate. I want so bad to text Daniel and find out where his head is at. I want to reassure him that Chance is a baby. He's trying to figure out language and how sounds make words. I read all about it in my baby book. But I won't be that girl. I won't be the girl who chases him.

For me, it was a small stuffed elephant Ryan had won for me at a fair when I was four. It was ratty, but clean, and the same good luck charm I’d had with me throughout every single phase of life, from the day he proudly presented it to me at that fair. He was eight at the time, missing a few teeth, and when he handed it over, his chest was swollen with pride for having won it. “Okay, everyone.” Craig’s voice boomed from the front of the massive office—bullpen, I corrected myself mentally. “Insert your name as a username, and a computer-generated password will pop up. You’ll need to change that password to one you’ve chosen yourself before you continue.”