Chance Romance Novels & Stories

She answered. Thane hugged her right. "Your siblings found true love in this realm. And you already found yours." Elisia's heart fluttered. She smiled at Thane and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Thank you. My heart is full because of you." She said. Thane smiled and kissed her back then they continued to read the book she was holding. "I read about mating and stuff. And according to Fina, the mating pull differs for each race. Maybe because I'm a halfling so we didn't feel the pull the first time we met. Did you talk to your wolf about it?" She asked.

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

'Try me. "Sure," he said, giving her his sweetest smile. He kissed her smoothly and passionately. Just a slight movement, but she already let out a moan. That's the effect of a Caspien Muller on a girl. "Your name, hottie?" Her voice was sultry, and she was talking in between her soft groans. He pulled out and gave her a charming smile. "Caspien." He winked. "I'll call you Cas," she said. "Let's get laid tonight."

he responded without glancing up at Adrian. “Come on man, we both know she can save your pretty ass from all this bullshit rules, she loves you Noah—” “Look, it doesn't matter wether or not she loves me, we aren't a match for fuck sake adrian, I do not have what she wants from me” “Everyone deserves a second chance at love Noah, yes vera made a mistake but she's sorry and changed and wants you back, can't you get that into your thick skull?”

He wasn't even touching me, he was just watching me with a cocky smirk and eyes that scanned my chest like he already owned it. "I'm good," I said, waving my drink again. "You sure? You don't look good." He leaned in a little too far and then I heard it, a low voice, clipped and right behind him. "Don't you fucking touch what's mine." The guy froze, i looked past him. Chance. Standing there with his chest tight, jaw locked. His hand was loose at his side but I could see it twitch, like he was holding himself back from grabbing the guy's throat.

Love doesn’t live in your head or your heart, no matter what the romantics swear by. I learned that the hard way four years ago, when I turned twenty-one and thought I’d found someone who’d set my world on fire. I was wrong—painfully so—but that night, sticky with daiquiris and caught in a stranger’s hazel eyes that promised sin, I hadn’t figured it out yet.

The silence stretched until the crackle of the flames filled it. “I used to think love was simple,” I said, staring into the light. “That fate had a plan, and all we had to do was follow it. But fate lies. It gives and takes and calls it balance.” Mark’s voice was a whisper. “Fate didn’t give you to him. It gave you a choice.” I looked at him then, truly looked. His eyes were steady, golden and bright even in the dim morning. There was something steady in his presence, something that made the chaos quiet if only for a moment.

If they knew, they would only push me into attending another second-chance evening. I had once made the mistake of going. The set-up resembled human speed dating: women seated at tables while men moved from one to the next. The difference was that we wolves spent those five minutes holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, searching for a connection. Once past the age of thirty, the mate bond is no longer overwhelming, though faint traces of it can still be found. No one truly knows what those ‘hints’ are, as they manifest differently for everyone. That evening had been the longest and most uncomfortable of my life.