Chance Romance Novels & Stories

Hopefully with more people here, they will refrain from anything like that, but I guess we will have to wait and see. Chance sighs. “But you two are in love. That makes a difference.” I mentally shake my head. This is why Chance needs to get laid. He has some strange idea that sex is like some ultimate connection between people. However, I beg to differ. It is just sex. Yes, it does make you feel good, but nothing more. Just to make sure that it stays as being just sex, I never hook-up with the same girl twice.

He tossed her right into the SUV parked at the side, as if she were just a sandbag. Yes, he tossed her into the car. I pursed my lips briefly. He was indeed… behaving like a tough guy. Nicole's arrival was never part of the plan. Four years ago, I went down to a bar to drown my sorrows right after a breakup. That was where I met a man. He was the definition of stoic and sexy. Everything about his appearance, down to the way he breathed, was exactly what I looked for in a man. Fueled by liquid courage, I slept with him. Surprisingly, our chemistry that night was completely off the charts.

Chance stood there like he owned the place, a smirk already in place, leaning against the table like he’d been waiting for her. “What are you doing here? How did you find me?” she whispered, because yelling would’ve drawn attention. “I missed my woman,” Chance said simply, like he was commenting on the weather. He took a step closer, and the scent of his cologne hit her before he did. “So I came.” “I’m not your woman,” she hissed through her teeth, backing up until her hip hit the table. “Leave. Now.” “My love,” Chance leaned in, voice dropping to that low, infuriating drawl that always made her want to slap him, “I know you miss me too…and did I tell you how sexy you look in those.” Chance

there's no way I can tell her that he made me the prostitute instead. She was laughing her ass out at me. So I shrugged. “What? You can't certainly mean that was all you two talked about.” “That was all what were you expecting?” I asked suddenly feeling irritated. Nora giggled. “I thought,you know…well ,he might have fallen for you last night and you guys were on a start of a beautiful romantic relationship.” Instantly,I cringed.” Get that stupid idea out of your head. I'm not interested. She laughed.” You're joking, right? Do you know how many women would kill to be with a man like Mr Raphael whites ?

she said with a warm smile. I smiled politely and walked towards where she pointed. I raised an eyebrow when I saw him. He was leaning back comfortably in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, looking so full of himself. "Hey! Why are we even here? This place is obviously for lovebirds and romantic dates!" I asked, totally confused. "Oh? So now you're being choosy? Deep down, you like this place," he teased. "Hmph! You are not just a thief, you are also delusional! You think you know everything!" I whispered angrily.

Luca promised, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead. Their closeness grew deeper as Luca gently pulled her closer, feeling their emotions entwine in a dance of longing and hope. “No matter what comes next, Elena. No matter how hard it gets, I’ll stay by your side.” She looked into his eyes with a newfound warmth in her soul. “And I’ll stay by your side too, Luca.” Their lips met in a long, tender kiss, filled with emotion and the need to find peace in each other’s arms. That night, amid the city’s shadows, two people found themselves and each other, ready to face the storms that lay ahead.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

Having to curl up with a stray dog, never shower or washing his hair, which caused it to get matty over time. At 19, Chance thought he made his big break when he got a work at a car wash, which was where he also lived. But, all good things have to come to an end. The owner's daughter who is only 16 had taken a liken to him. Sure he couldn't resist her advances anymore, and satisfied both of their thirst. But the thing with Chance was, it didn't feel right to him. At first, he thought it was because they were sneaking around, but soon realised he didn't like her that much.

It was as if their souls communicated in a language that transcended words, forging a bond that was unbreakable. Their stolen moments weren't limited to glances alone. Sometimes, their hands brushed accidentally, sending electrifying currents through their veins. Those fleeting touches were enough to make their hearts race, to ignite the dormant fire between them. In those stolen touches, they found solace, a connection that was unspoken yet profoundly felt.