Chance Book Novels & Stories

Philip delved into his pocket, retrieved his phone, and presented it to me as if unveiling a treasure. With determined strides, I stormed out of the mansion, with Philip following closely behind. As we walked toward the car, the city was already bathed in the soft embrace of dusk, casting a gentle glow on the surroundings. The fading light only enhanced the grandeur of the mansion. As I settled into the car, I seized the laptop with purpose. My fingers danced across the keyboard as I entered the password: "IHaveTheSmallestDickEver ThatSheCannotFeelMyWilly." The words were visible as I typed, and Philip couldn't help but catch sight of them.

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.

“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

Chance was leaning against the doorframe, still wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants, watching her with a look of quiet fascination. “Do you need something, or are you just auditioning for a romance novel cover?” she asked dryly, refusing to let her gaze wander down his abs. Chance chuckled, walking over and kneeling right on the floor in front of her. Now they were completely eye-level. It was too close. Close enough that she could see the golden flecks in his eyes. Close enough that the scent of him was making it incredibly difficult to think straight. “Just wanted to see if the expert needed any help,” he said, reaching past her into the heavy cardboard box. As he pulle

After five years of hurting each other, I was finally tired of Aiden Russell. Five years ago, I finally brought down the biggest drug lord in the Walled City and avenged my father, Paul Chadwick, who had died in the line of duty. But Aiden refused to let the drug lord's daughter, Naomi Siddall, die. He even threatened to take his own life just to force me to agree. After the operation, Aiden brought Naomi back to our home. From that day on, we never stopped hurting each other. Once, I held a knife to Naomi's throat. Aiden immediately pointed his gun at me without hesitation. When I threw away Naomi's medicine, Aiden stripped me and threw me out into the freezing snow. Then one day, Naomi tim

Elder Cen asked again. At this moment, Su Yu did not dare to lie. He hurriedly said, "I obtained a scroll of the Heavenly Book by chance before, but it was taken away by that cultivator. The contents recorded in the Heavenly Book were beneficial to him, but I had not fully understood them. So..." "The Heavenly Book, an opportunity." Elder Cen nodded. "I understand. This opportunity shouldn't have been obtained by others. Although everyone on the Path to Immortality had opportunities. But since the Heavenly Book was your Lucky Chance, no one else could get it.

It was the beginning. “Lancelot, is it happening now?” I asked, down. He hesitated for a second, long enough for me to know the answer. “Not yet, but it’s close.” I looked around. The cafeteria was full. Two young people with notebooks, a mother distracted with her little son, and a couple looking at the menu. None of them had any idea how quickly that safe environment could turn into a nightmare. The memory of what he told me days ago came like lightning: “If it happens here, take me to the chamber.”

he asked, pointing to it as she pulled it out. "It's the fortune, thus the name 'fortune cookie'." She watched as he copied her, breaking the cookie open and then removing the white piece of paper. He set it down for a moment, wanting to eat the cookie first. However, before he could read his fortune himself, Jaida had snatched it up. "Hey," he began to protest, but she just smiled. "Here, I'll read it for you," she told him, looking over the fortune. "Okay, it says 'try not to be too jealous when your best friend suddenly becomes popular…in bed'." Arius nearly choked on the remainder of his cookie.

I’d probably have a higher chance of blending in with the wall beside us, instead of gathering the amount of attention this man does. There is no chance of us being a thing happening.

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.