Chance Book Novels & Stories

During the toast, I’ll make sure you embarrass yourself in front of everyone. Thanks to my mind-reading ability, I saw her plan clearly. When the toasting began, I held a crystal champagne glass and greeted each guest with composed elegance. As I approached Leia’s table, her thoughts began counting down. ‘One, two, three… Now!’ Just as she quietly stretched out her leg, I shifted aside gracefully, as if I had anticipated it all along, and continued walking forward without pause. She missed, and because she had used too much force, she lost her balance and fell hard onto the marble floor.

I had stepped out to throw garbage behind the restaurant and take a little break while Kaden took over the lunch shift. “He's a disgusting old man… you can’t be so naive as to agree to have dinner with him,” Chance remarked. He sounded frustrated; I could see it in his eyes. In the scorching sun, his gray-blue eyes were a lot darker and more appealing. Other than that, for someone who didn't have a job, Chance had a good sense of fashion: dark jeans, a dark muscle shirt, and expensive kicks. “I don't remember asking you for life advice… even if I was at the bottom of the sea drowning, I wouldn't take your advice,” I said sarcastically and prepared to leave when he stopped me. He ran his hand

98]. I didn't notice when the door opened, and Samuel's voice came from behind, a little uneasy. "What does that mean, number 98?" He reached for the paper.

​My name is Jamie, and I’m a single mother. That’s my title now, but it doesn't tell the whole truth. The whole truth is messy, and it starts with me, blinded by a selfish passion. I was with Larry, a man who was good, steady, and kind. He was my rock, but I was restless. When the baby’s father came along—he was fire, he was chaos—I burned my whole life down just to be near him . ​I cheated on Larry and became pregnant. I left him—the good man—for the baby’s father, convinced our reckless love was worth the wreckage. It wasn't. The moment the baby arrived, the father vanished, leaving me alone with the consequences and the crushing reality of what I’d done.

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.

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.

"Unless you belong to the Chancey house" Her eyes widened a bit as she attempted to take a step back. "That would explain why you had such a keen interest in the family book wouldn't it? But then again, they only had one heir" I lazily scanned the book before me then watched the movements of emotions cross her face. Shock, anger, sadness. "Yet you still have that uncanny resemblance to Belle, Miss Victoria" "That's...that's just a coincidence" "Being the youngest daughter of Eric Chancey? I think not"

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.

48 Alex The phone in my hand felt like a block of lead, its faint glow casting an eerie light across the darkened room. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling as I stared at the message for the third—no, fourth—time, hoping that somehow the words would change or that I’d wake up from this nightmare. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."

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.