Chance Book Novels & Stories

Timeline, the alignment of time and a list of events in chronological order. A precise chain of activities happened in a particular phase. Elisia looked at Thane and bit her lip. If what he said was true then she was really in big trouble. Sooner or later, the Elysian Elders would find out what she did. There was no way she could hide it forever.

Pulling out the book I make my way down to Rae handing it to her. She looks surprised while taking the book and instantly sits down at one of the tables. Nathan and I sit down across from her as she flips through the pages. I watch as her eyebrows furrow as she intently reads. It seems she doesn’t like what she sees. “Is there something wrong?” She continues looking at the book “Are there any books about plants and oils with their benefits? Maybe even cooking or pharmaceutical books about them?” as she continues to read the book in front of her.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Taking a Chance on Love (The Youngers Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of br

Life was beginning to look up, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. One evening, after a long day at work, Lily received an unexpected invitation to a charity event from her boss. It was a black-tie affair, and she hesitated, unsure if she should attend. But after some gentle persuasion from her new friends, she decided to go. It would be a chance to network and maybe even have some fun. As she entered the opulent ballroom, she felt out of place. The room was filled with elegantly dressed men and women, sipping champagne and engaging in animated conversations. She hesitated, wondering if she should turn back when a tall, handsome man caught her eye.

48 Alex The phone in my hand felt like a block of lead, its faint glow casting an eerie light across the darkened room. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling as I stared at the message for the third—no, fourth—time, hoping that somehow the words would change or that I’d wake up from this nightmare. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."

She had to be a relative or a friend of someone… My heart was racing, my whole body started to sweat. “Ben! Look at me,” Chance said, grabbing my arms. “I’m okay. I’m … oh. My wives!! They’ll be furious. I was just with two, I should shower before I meet her,” I blabbered on like an idiot. Chance smiled and shook his head. “Man, I got damn lucky with Katrina. Like the mate lottery winner right here. Perfect, smart, beautiful, and NO STRINGS, no drama,” he laughed. I was already fumbling out of my clothes and Chance sat on the sitting sofa just outside my closet.

Selena shook her head. “I don’t know either. It’s random, and you won’t see it until you open it.” Chance could not stop moving his fingers, and he seemed a little excited. “I must open it!” The tension in the car subsided. Selena lowered her head and chatted and laughed with Chance, gradually getting to know Chance better. Soon, the two got along well. Chance looked sensible and cautious. He resembled Eric, but he was much more likable than Eric.

I don't like it. "How unlucky he is to be with you." Chance said it out of nowhere and that made me turn to him. "What?" I asked him to make sure that I heard him right. "He's unlucky." He said as he looked straight into my eyes. "And why is that?" I asked as I put my attention to the dresses. I don't want to be distracted by his words or the tension between us. "He has to keep up with your craziness for the rest of his life." He stated and I chuckled.

“I don’t envy you for anything. But this... this is heaven.” “You’re welcome to use it anytime,” Chance offered, leaning against one of the columns, his hands in his pockets, observing me casually. “I want to steal it.” I grinned at him, then turned again to read through the book titles to get an idea of his reading selection. “I didn’t know you were an avid reader.” My fingers were lightly brushing against the book covers. Some appeared very old. “I enjoy it, but frankly I mostly read business journals lately,” he commented. “I don’t remember the last time I entered this room.”

Soon afterwards, we had resumed the day’s work. I hadn’t expected Elizabeth to bring coffee at my preferred time, but, precisely at two o’clock in the afternoon, the bookcase door opened and she appeared with a steaming mug. She paused, lingering after setting it down—a subtle but telling sign. Normally, she wouldn’t. I lowered my pen, leaned back in my chair, and watched her carefully. She fidgeted with the end of her sleeve, that tiny gesture of uncertainty that always revealed her inner hesitation. "Can I help you with anything, Elizabeth?" I asked, my voice calmer than I felt.