Chance Jenkins Novels & Stories

37 Alex The room felt like a suffocating cage after Elena stormed out, her sharp words still ringing in my ears. “Fix it.” How was I supposed to fix something this colossal? This wasn’t just a minor screw-up—it was the kind of mess that could end my career, ruin my father’s reputation, and permanently shatter the fragile peace of the summit. And, somehow, I had to navigate it without falling apart.

Jesse I glanced over at Chance a couple of times as I stacked paint cans on the shelf. He was sorting some hardware at the counter, his tongue stuck between his teeth as he concentrated. He had finally become a relatively competent employee over the past couple of months. It had taken a lot more hours of training than I had planned on, and he still had weird little lapses, but overall, I was glad to see the kid get his act together here. I was glad that I had given him a chance, when the rest of the town didn’t seem ready to.

Caspien danced, letting the music take him wherever. He couldn't see Arkin anymore. Just a while ago, he was surrounded by several women, including a famous actress. Caspien didn't notice he was drifting away. He just kept drinking, grabbing whatever was on the trays that passed by him. He didn't even know what he was drinking. All he knew was that there was a sweet, burning sensation in his throat.

The door opened, getting me back to normal when I wiped my tears, which I didn't know were there. “So…did you guys talk… I know… I know you want nothing to do with him,” Kaden said, and I turned around and walked to the table. “It's fine…don't worry,” I said while arranging the supplies. “Is everything okay… I saw Chance leave angrily…you two fought again?” Kaden asked, and I glanced up and found her staring at me with arched brows. “I know you dislike him…but Chance isn't that bad…and you taking this gig is good for you…we can use him for advertising,” Kaden added and started helping me. I didn't say anything, but she was right; I needed to start somewhere. Although I hated Chance, I could

My best friend, Megan Hahn, was at Cooper's Barbecue, cradling a beer bottle in her arms as she bawled her eyes out and wailed, "I wanted to introduce my elder brother to you after he returned, so that Nicky can become my very own niece. "But he's unable to have children, which makes him no different from a useless piece of trash. How could I do you dirty like that when we're best friends?" As she said all that, her phone rang.

"I just can't stand to see my son throw his life away with someone of your calibre, you have to understand that he has so much potential." Chance raised his hand, "wait so you're not upset because I'm a male?" "I don't give a fuck that you are a male. I give a fuck about my son's standard or lack thereof." Mr Pantovic gazed at them. "Sir, are you serious? You were the one who thought us about not judging others, but here you are, doing just that. You don't even know half the man Chance is. He opened my eyes to so much things. Especially about those people around me."

I can thank David Beckham for bringing professional soccer the fanbase it has these days. I climb the stairs to the second story of her apartment building. It's an older complex but it's smaller, too. Three units on top, three on bottom. I knock on the door, noticing the landscaping is up-to-date and the building is kept up nicely. It's also in a pretty good neighborhood. It makes me feel better to know she's not living in a dump with a four-month-old. The door opens, revealing a frazzled looking Quincy, who is holding an almost naked Chance. Almost naked except for his diaper.

After our pack lost the war, the survivors spent two years on the run. In the third year, the Wolf Council passed a decree allowing us to be absorbed into new packs. But there was a catch—we had to pass the Trials, a specialized test designed to test our physical fitness, reflexes, and overall abilities. Those who passed would be accepted. Those who didn't would be cast out as rogues for good. One month before the Trials, Vera Cross burst into the gathering, her voice trembling with excitement. "Everyone, stop preparing! I got a spell from a witch—just chant it in your head during the Trials, and you'll pass for sure!" She grinned and pulled out a record. "My friend Lily already took these e

The person in charge of them, ah, that is, the Netherworld Judge, also said, "The Jenkins family was a Business Association. Their descendants all inherited the heavens' good fortune. They all had a super noble fate, so it's not strange for them to have a Lucky Potent around. Maybe they picked up some of that luck somewhere. But you all remember, you must treat them with respect and invite them down nicely. After all, they all had great fortune before, and no one can say for sure which life this Mr. Jenkins lived in his past life. Maybe he was a young general who protected the country and took a lot of lives. After death, he wouldn't be afraid of you guys either, so don't start any conflict.

Chris I am apprehensive when Lola sends me the contact information of her friend’s agent. His name is Mr. Lekan and there are all sorts of alarm bells ringing in my head as I dial his number. While one part of me likes the idea of a less expensive child minder with the added advantage of the maternal care from an older woman, I worry about the wisdom of hiring someone illegal. But it’s true what they say about beggars having no choice. Right now, after having exhausted all my other options, this is the next best thing.