Chance The Rapper Novels & Stories

I had stepped out to throw garbage behind the restaurant and take a little break while Kaden took over the lunch shift. “He's a disgusting old man… you can’t be so naive as to agree to have dinner with him,” Chance remarked. He sounded frustrated; I could see it in his eyes. In the scorching sun, his gray-blue eyes were a lot darker and more appealing. Other than that, for someone who didn't have a job, Chance had a good sense of fashion: dark jeans, a dark muscle shirt, and expensive kicks. “I don't remember asking you for life advice… even if I was at the bottom of the sea drowning, I wouldn't take your advice,” I said sarcastically and prepared to leave when he stopped me. He ran his hand

his voice was low and raspy I did not dare to answer or repeat my statement, he cupped my face up to face him he opened his mouth but was interrupted by a loud bang at the door " Mercy dressing up does not take that long" Grace's voice brought me out of Tom's bewitching gaze, I even forgot that I was naked " thank you for helping me with the bra" I turned to our closet I randomly picked shorts and a T-shirt with a bold print written ' she believed she could and she did' and paired it with no name sneakers, I grabbed my purse.

Life was beginning to look up, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. One evening, after a long day at work, Lily received an unexpected invitation to a charity event from her boss. It was a black-tie affair, and she hesitated, unsure if she should attend. But after some gentle persuasion from her new friends, she decided to go. It would be a chance to network and maybe even have some fun. As she entered the opulent ballroom, she felt out of place. The room was filled with elegantly dressed men and women, sipping champagne and engaging in animated conversations. She hesitated, wondering if she should turn back when a tall, handsome man caught her eye.

is he crazy? Annoyed “Let me finish!” as he shouts then looks serious as he holds up one finger “You can die either by killing yourself, go back and have those beasts kill you, or die by my hands. Option two.” holding two fingers “You agree to be bound to one of the two men who want to claim you. There are no other options available. If you want to leave this place that is.” Clenching my teeth and holding back tears I have no choice but to choose between death or being some creeps slave. What a joke. Looking off to the side trying to get as much composure as I can I sarcastically ask “So who’s the lucky contestants?”

"He's gonna be the best there ever was. Even greater than me and his grandpappy." Metaphoric dollar signs lit up Chance's eyes. He clicked his tongue and some heavily made-up chick wearing the smallest pair of denim cutoff shorts, a glitzy bra top, and silver-heeled sandals strutted over and planted a kiss to his cheek. "What do you want, Chance?" she asked in a voice that was sweet but far from innocent. "Lexi, this is Razor's boy . . ." He paused, waiting for me to give my name. I scowled up at him. "Kian."

“I don’t need a cab, I need my girlfriend to give me a second chance!” I reached for the phone, but he pulled it away from me and hung up before I could grab it. He cocked his head to the side for a moment, then started laughing. “What is so funny?” I held my hand out to him for my phone, but he was laughing too hard to notice. “A second chance. My name is Chance! You’d be getting a second me!” He started laughing even harder. “I’m already regretting the first Chance I had,” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Please, let me call you a cab, I just want to go to bed and put this very weird day behind me.”

I sighed and worried. "Stop worrying. It will be fine." he whispered in my ear. I nodded and he kept his arm around my waist as we left our room and headed out the door. As we walked, Nik stepped up to Griffin's side as Dolph did the same on mine. "Has anyone ever seen Chance fight?" Nik asked. Griffin and Dolph shook their heads but I nodded. "Yeah, I have. He's brutal and swift. He favors his right side and he shifts early." I volunteered, trying to remember all the times that I had watched Chance spar.

"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.

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

Last year, after everything happened to Candice, confirmed it for the six foot four, three-hundred-pound bastard. Dipp is one of those guys that never needs anything. He is fine having a woman on her knees in front of him, a whiskey in one hand, and a beer in the other. He hardly comes out to any of the club functions unless it has to do with kids. For some reason that is the only thing the asshole cares for more than himself. Don't know much about his past, but know he lost his little girl to cancer years ago. "What were the charges?" Chance calls out. Ever the series one.