Chance Jenkins Novels & Stories

Jenkins simply remained seated in silence, they had dropped the grenade and it was expected to cause an effect, that may be disastrous enough to bring the whole place down in a matter of seconds, without a chance to rectify your mistake. “Is this some sort of prank?” He was still in disbelief. "Are you guys kidding me right now?” He demanded an immediate response. Till this moment, he was yet to reconcile what he just heard to his reality. "Sadly, you heard just right." Dr. Jenkins was quick to spill. He was itching to get the hell out of Mr. Brady's office, but he knew that would be one of the most wrong decision he would make probably since he started his career in the field of his dream,

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?

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.

Jenkins said, turning around and frozed when he saw me. I pulled a wooden chair from the corner of the room and sat facing him. "Jenkins, I heard everything... How could you do such a thing? And you know how much I trust you, you were one of my most trusted staff," I said, the disappointment heavy in my voice.

The opportunity felt too good to be true, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride that my hard work at the company had been recognized. "I understand this is unexpected, and it may disrupt your schedule, so I apologize for the short notice. However, I would be delighted if you agreed to join me on this project. It would benefit the company, and your presence can make a significant difference. What do you say?" she asked. "Of course, I'm agreeing to come with you. I mean, who in their right mind would refuse? Wow, Anika," I finally managed to stammer, "I'm at a loss for words. This is incredible, but I didn't see it coming."

Reynolds explained. "About the cheating incident, do you happen to know who the owner of that drone was, who captured Jessica in the woods?" It felt as though the very air had been sucked from the room, leaving me breathless as Mr. Reynolds drew in a deep, foreboding breath before delivering his response. "It's Boss Amir. He's the owner of that drone, and he himself exposed the cheating incident using the projector for the guests," Mr. Reynolds replied. My eyes widened in disbelief! I stood there, utterly stupefied! Amir knew! Amir is aware he's being cheated!

I looked down at him for three long seconds. "Marcus John Jenkins," I said clearly. Behind me, I felt Elena freeze. I could hear her breath catch in her throat as the realization landed. Julian stood paralyzed. His hand stayed frozen in mid-air and his eyes stretched wide. "Jenkins?" Julian stammered. "Marcus John Jenkins," I repeated, my voice flat and cold as stone. "The son of the true founder of the company you are working for." I took another half-step forward.

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

We weren't friends or anything but it felt just right. "I knew there was something special about you when you stood by my side that night." He said, pulling apart. "Guess you were right." I said. "But how are you here?" I asked him. "I invited him." Calvin spoke up. I looked at him with a full smile. "All right, all right, enough of all this, we need to prove if you're blessed." The Chief finally spoke up. "How do we do that?" I asked.

I look up from grabbing the ones that fell and went under the couch and look at Chance whom has moved into the living room like a ninja. "Yeah, it's not always the wisest decision to have a three-year-old show you her favorite toy. That's like an invitation to her entire room." Chance chuckles, joining me on the floor to help clean and I join him. It's comfortable being around him. He's always been the laid-back person with me, never judging, never giving me shit for being who I am. I can tell Chance carries around a lot of baggage and as soon as Lisa told me about him, I knew he was the kind of man whose heart was now made of steal. She was working near the school when the incident happened