Chance Book Novels & Stories

At the threshold, Damien finally understood. His eyes widened in realization. “It was you! Only you could have found the evidence at home and reported me. Why… Why did you do this?” “This is your retribution, Damien,” I said softly. Both were taken away, and the banquet hall gradually emptied. Relatives offered their farewells, casting wistful glances at the child in my arms. “Men are unreliable. Life still goes on. This child looks clever; he will surely achieve something in the future.”

"Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want to make a deal with you. You'll tell me what I want to know, and I'll find a way to help you obtain justice and allow you to get out of here. How does that sound?" Simon smoked his cigarette in silence, and Edric continued, "I'm only giving you one chance, and it depends on whether you can provide me with something valuable in return. Let me remind you that this is the only chance you'll ever get. If you miss this chance, you'll never get another one again! I hope you'll think this over carefully. Once you've decided, you can tell the authorities to pass on the message.”

I missed her so much. I checked the clock on the wall right in front of me. It was nearly the time I was born. The time which was supposed to be full of happiness was filled with loneliness, just me and my son in our quiet house. " Mummy is uncle Ken coming to your birthday?" He asked. " Definitely he will " I answered feeling so disappointed Finally, the minute hand pointed to the time. Immediately my phone rang . I knew it must be Ken calling or maybe Salim my friend. I ran excitedly and grabbed my phone quickly only to discover that the caller was Sandra , Michael's Nanny.

Not because of anything specific, but just because there were no distractions that required my attention. In the secrecy of my head, I wondered what could possibly go wrong. What if Alfred was right? But those people were not of us. Rumors said that they were not to be trusted and that they thought only of themselves. If the rumors were correct, we weren't worth their time and effort anyway. I took the books from the shelves one by one, reading through the titles slowly and meticulously. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't realize how dark it had begun to grow outside until I noticed the moonlight.

Lots of smut. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a book convo,” I said. “Have you read anything noteworthy?” Chance whispered. As if we were sharing secrets. “I’ve been so busy. My latest read is an omegaverse,” I whispered back. “Mm.. there’s a lot of smut in those,” he teased. “There is,” I said. “Did I not give you enough last night?” he gasped. My step faltered, and I inhaled sharply.

[Gale's POV] "Chance," I gasp as his fingers begin to trail beneath my dress. "We can't." Chance is like a madman craving the touch of another, and despite my head screaming that we needed to stop, my body was asking for more. "We can." Chance responds, nipping at my neck. "Don't deny what your body wants."

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

It had been a fruitful journey. In exchange, however, Evelyn misunderstood him. She was even giving him the cold shoulder now! … Chance Manor was a large, mysterious building in the western suburbs of Cloudsea. There was a pond in the backyard, but it was more like a huge pit surrounded by cement walls. Instead of fish, a dozen ferocious crocodiles lived in the pond. They were more than ten feet long, lazily sunbathing on the shore. A few people stood by the wall. One was a hale and hearty old man with sparse white hair, a thin face, and sharp eyes. He was none other than Cloudsea’s secret mastermind, Theodore Chance — also known as Third Master Chance.

So the fact that you’re here, turning these pages, already makes this book a shared journey between us. This story has been growing in me for a long time. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of fate—how one unexpected moment can change everything. What if your whole life could shift with the draw of a name? What if destiny didn’t care about wealth, titles, or bloodlines, but about the courage of an ordinary girl? That was the seed that grew into Everleigh’s tale.

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