Chance Book Novels & Stories

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.”

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

So never expect things to happen because the best things in life are the ones you didn't expect the most. Who knows, you might accidentally swap phones with a celebrity and you'll just get lucky? ~ FIN.

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.

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.

“These are amazing! The best Christmas present ever!” I smile as he embraces her and as she beams, proud of the gifts her aunt has most likely helped her buy. He proceeds to open his other gifts; a Shiatsu back, neck and shoulder massager from his mother, a Bluetooth smart pen and notebook set from Paris, a wireless charging pad and organizer from Kennedy, and a Ralph Lauren messenger bag from Reagan. I see he has deliberately left my gift for last, and his brows raise when he unwraps my gift. “There Was a Country ,” he calls out the name of the Chinua Achebe book I found in Waterstone the day before. I’d been so excited seeing it and had bought it without a second thought, certain at the ti

This ward was very luxurious, but there was no one inside. Chance could not climb onto such a high bed and swung his little legs. Nicole kindly carried him up. Chance took out his pen and paper from under the pillow and quickly wrote in crooked handwriting. “Auntie, I like you. Will you be my mother?” Chance raised his hands and looked at her eagerly with a hint of hope. He could feel that the woman in front of him was genuinely nice to him and had no other motives. How great would it be if only he could choose his mother? How great would it be if this person in front of him was his mother?

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.