Chance Book Novels & Stories

I also told her what Mary said. "You have to grab this opportunity and give him a chance, also give your heart a chance to fall in love again" She said Should I give him a chance?

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h

Because it's a chance. However small. However unlikely. It's a chance. And I'm taking it. Even if it kills me.

’ Chance said. ‘All you’ve missed so far is….’ Clarissa said rummaging through her bag. ‘… it’s your birthday in a few days, so I got you this’ She stretched her hands to give Chance two books which he accepted beaming with smiles. Chance looked at Marley expectantly. Marley scratched his ear and muttered a miserable ‘I forgot. I’ll get you some next time.’ ‘That’s what he always says.’ Chance said and Clarissa burst out laughing at the look of exasperation on Marley’s face.

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!

Though on instinct only, I really wish that he was fine. We tottered to a nice, warm place. The room had a table with white tablecloths on top of it, a few stools, a bunch of bookshelves, a trunk, and a cauldron. "Am...how did you know of the attack?" I looked at Chance again. "I just...I felt it," "How?" "Nature? Perhaps... I can hear the wind calling to my ears," He seemed to be expecting a different answer, but he appreciated my honesty nonetheless. Chance grinned at me, as if ready to continue the conversation, but our interaction was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of another person.

At the back of his head, he was scolding himself for feeling that way, convincing himself that the name 'Shaun' was common, especially for a guy. He wasn't done convincing himself, but his mouth dropped when he saw a girl running to the center to get closer to the staff. Her back was facing him, so he couldn't see her face. Regardless, he knew her too well – every detail on her face, every curve of her body, and even the way she moved, dressed, and smelled. He inwardly panicked, realizing it was indeed Shaun that he'd been thinking about. 'What a freakin' coincidence? Is this a birthday gift?'

The girl said and Xander chuckled. " Fuck love, fuck boyfriend. I am not in a relationship, do you really think I have a boyfriend. That's never going to happen, with that said can we start." Xander said. " Yes sure." The girl said happily and she start striping. << Lilith class>> Lilith gaze was still on her book when she felt someone walking towards her and she raised her head to see a finely structured body made girl with a pretty face. "Hi." The girl waved.

He said as he motioned for me to follow him. Caleb took me to the basement of the packhouse where a few cells were for holding prisoner. In the last cell on the right a bloody battered Chance laid on his side. He was naked and completely covered in dried blood. “He is all yours.” Caleb said as he left me to go back upstairs. “Did you come to kill me?” Chance asked trying to sit up.

"Because I'm certain he'll be using up his last three chances within the next three days." Just then, Bryan came in. "What chances?" he asked with a puzzled expression, my mink coat draped over his arm.