Chance The Rapper Novels & Stories

"The birthday boy is starting to get a little cranky, so we might want to do his cake before he goes down for a nap. Come on in." We shuffle through the door like cattle and back into the small apartment where Chance is sitting in a blue high chair, naked from the waist up. He's banging his hands on the white tray in front of him and I have no idea where Quincy gets the idea he's cranky. His smile is so wide I'm surprise his face isn't cracking. After a terribly off-tune and off-beat verse of the Happy Birthday song, Chance digs into his yellow cupcake like his life depends on it while about six people take pictures. After a few minutes, I notice Quincy go back into the kitchen by herself.

“Guys like us, we never stop working. It’s that chase, the never-ending desire to be on top.” “To guys like us,” I raised my glass. We both took a drink, then a short man with strawberry blonde and gray peppered hair stood on the center stage, grabbing a microphone and waving to the DJ to turn down the music. “Is that Florance?” I asked. Chance nodded. “Yeah, this is his shindig. He’s a good guy, I trust him with my money. Not something I trust with just anyone. If you’re interested in working with him, I can introduce you.”

Lilly The next morning, Kimberly set a cup of coffee on my table for Chance before I even had a chance to sit down. Glancing at the clock, I noted it was little after eight. Chance said working hours started at nine. “I’m not late, right?” I asked, worried I might have misunderstood. I stayed up later than normal, googling Chance Macklemore. Wealthy parents. Playboy father. Chance served in the military - Special Forces. Huge scandal in regards to his ex-wife. Yeah, there were some surprising revelations on the internet, and it only gave me a glimpse into the man he was today.

He was the only person I felt safe with out and about, as I knew that he was aware of what I experienced so it made it easier to come out, with him for his first appearance and that's what drove me to get dressed up and standing with him as he did his thing. I had trained with him when I was young so that I could build my own empire on my own merit, with my own credentials and being able to get my own investors and that was on e the ambition to be taken seriously as a youngster and now I was an adult here to support my friend through such an amazing opportunity. "Tonight was a great turn out and you attracted such influential heads that have already purchased a few pieces in sequence with ea

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."

Father tugged on my wrist, pulling me into the crowd, I followed blindly. “Herschel” someone called Father from the crowd, it was the same man from yesterday that Father owed money. “What a pleasure, you sure have some nerves showing up here after yesterday . I thought maybe you wouldn't show up today.” He laughed as he slapped Father on the shoulder. “Shut up. You know how much I am working to pay you back” Father snapped and the man laughed harder, clapping Father hard on the shoulder again. “Well, it looks like you’ve finally found your way” He sneered. This earned another laugh from the other man and suddenly the room was filled with the noise of drunken voices and loud music.

I stood next to the sofa, engrossed in my phone, as I rummaged through the stuff in the bag. I inquired without looking up at him, "Is something the matter?" Jeremy replied, "Your father-in-law... Mr. Yost wants to invest in Chance Technology. And Mr. Chance knows of Mr. Yost's connection to you, so he called to seek your opinion." Barron Chance, the founder of Chance Technology, was my senior during my time at the University, where he obtained a Ph.D. in Physics. After declining a lucrative position at a top 100 company, he ventured out on his own, establishing Chance Technology and focusing on independent chip research and development.

he murmured, sighing softly. His heart raced uncontrollably. The thought of losing Caroline again terrified him. The past five years had been incredibly difficult for Dillbert. He had been depressed and chose to go abroad to continue his education. After returning, he never imagined he would cross paths with Caroline again, especially in such an unexpected place. To him, this felt like fate—a second chance. Dillbert was determined not to waste this opportunity to win Caroline back. He sat down in his chair and picked up the intercom to contact Celsy, his secretary.

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he said, his tone hard to read. "I... I just don’t want to risk addressing him incorrectly if I ever meet him," I said quickly as an excuse. Ugh, I really needed to think more carefully about what I said when it came to Jason. Mike gave me a small smile. "When would you ever meet someone like Jason Moon? That chance seems pretty slim, so why bother?" He stared at me like he was trying to catch me in a lie. I shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe I’ll bump into him at the pub," I said with a wink.