Chance Book Novels & Stories

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

There’d been a time, back when Chance first hit the financial papers, that women started lining up front to back with ‘true love’ written all over their faces, gazes filled with admiration and lust and a prenup ready to be used in their purse. Chance wasn’t coming from a well-known family. But he was the most ambitious man she had ever seen. He always told her that he is the captain of his ship, the master of his destiny. In school, Chance was the kid who couldn’t get a commitment for the prom because he didn’t have a trust fund. But he just worked hard and got extremely rich and famous.

I never expected Nicole's biological father to actually be my best friend's older brother. So, did he still remember me? He probably didn't. After all, so much time had passed… Just as I was lost in my own head, a man's voice interrupted my thoughts. "I'm done with moving all the boxes outside." "Oh, thank you!" There wasn't much space in the storage room in the first place. With Frederick stepping inside, it became even more cramped inside here. I took a small step back instinctively, accidentally knocking off something next to me in the process. Before I could even react, Frederick bent down and picked the item up.

Hopefully with more people here, they will refrain from anything like that, but I guess we will have to wait and see. Chance sighs. “But you two are in love. That makes a difference.” I mentally shake my head. This is why Chance needs to get laid. He has some strange idea that sex is like some ultimate connection between people. However, I beg to differ. It is just sex. Yes, it does make you feel good, but nothing more. Just to make sure that it stays as being just sex, I never hook-up with the same girl twice.

To everyone, Whoever gave this book chance, I say a big thank you for support. Please read if you haven't and don't forget to check out my other books too, I appreciate you all a lot. Star

“Then rest. We’ll speak soon.” We were led to a room on the third floor. It hadn’t been used often, but it was clean and warm a far cry from the ruins I’d imagined. But rest didn’t come easy. That night, Mark led me to a hidden chamber behind the library—one few would even know existed. The moment we stepped inside, the air shifted. Heavy. Thick with memory. Secretive. On a stone table rested a worn leather book. Mark picked it up and handed it to me.

My grandmother patted my shoulder, soothing me. "Nightmares always end." I nodded. Not everyone gets a second chance at life. But everyone has the chance to wake up from a nightmare. If you ever feel trapped in one, you must wake up and save yourself—no matter how many times it takes.

Stella Romilly's pov, “Foolish foolish me,” I muttered as I scrambled out of my seat and moved to arrange my mess. I picked a few pens, papers… I saved the cards for the last but as I was picking the cards, my eyes caught a business identity card. It was at one far end. A little bit far away from me. Almost under the side table. I went to pick it up and bring it closer for a proper look. Bella Goody

My mouth stretched into a smile so wretched I could feel it cracking. "Vivian, do you remember how many chances are left? Aren't you afraid you'll use them all?" She stopped, then slowly turned around. Clearly, she thought the question was absurd. Still, she let out a dismissive laugh. "One hundred is a big number. It's not that easy to use them all." Yes. One hundred chances sounded like a lot. But in six years of marriage, Vivian had indulged Caleb far more often than anyone should.

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."