Chance Unscramble Novels & Stories

Zoey hummed and withdrew her gaze, fixing her attention on Sean, as though the rest of the world had faded away. She was my wife and Jonathan's mother, yet here she was showing affection for another man. The irony was sobering, and the thought drew a self-mocking smile from me. I had wanted to tell her about my resignation, but it seemed unnecessary. She had never cared about me, about Jonathan, or about this hollow marriage. When I returned to my desk, I received a call from Jonathan's smartwatch. "Daddy, there's an early dismissal today for a parent-teacher meeting. Ms. Chance has brought me to your office."

If you really cared about me, how could you use up all the 99 chances? I lifted my chin, trying hard to control my anger. He froze as if struck by lightning, suddenly remembering the promise we had made. - "Mr. Blanton, how can I ever repay you?" "You don't owe me anything. Just think of me as a caring big brother." "Are you… a pedophile?" "Cough, cough… No. How about this? In return for raising you, you have to fulfill 99 requests for me. Or once I abandon you 99 times, the debt is gone."

“Yes, when I was reborn, I chose Tyler. But once we were together, I realized I didn’t love him the way I thought I did. “He’s proposed to me over and over, and I never said yes. Because I kept remembering the honeymoon we never finished in our last life…” I cut her off, my tone flat. “I remember your letter. You wrote that in this life, you only wanted to be Tyler’s bride.” She quickly cried, “I regret it! I regret ever choosing him! If I had the chance again, I would have never left you. “Daniel, please, let’s start over. This time I’ll give you everything. I’ll never hurt you again!” Her desperate confession only amused me. “You want another chance? Regina, being reborn is already a gift

Callista’s POV I didnt know what today held. But the arrival of an invitation. The invitation—arrived in a pure white envelope with a thick card stock material and a seal made of gold wax. A Luna Circle gathering. Not just any gathering, either. This one was marked with the emblem used for exclusive events. Ones they didn’t broadcast. The kind where decisions were made behind silk curtains and champagne flutes. The invite was handwritten. To: Callista Arden. From: Luna Circle.

👥: What, just them 👥: I really wish to go, what the fvck, why would I have to be in grade 10 👥: Yah, I will be going Some of the students rejoiced while some were sad. "What is the trip meant for now, mtcheew." clyde said before hissing. "Hey Don't be rude, the trip made by Paradise Star High are usually interesting and lively, I can't wait to go, yahh." Ella said happily and Clyde rolled his eyes.

My breathing slowed, my senses dulled, and with each second the world grew a little quieter. My feet touched cold stone instead of earth. I felt the chill on my skin, the naked vulnerability of being human, as I crouched down by the gallery door. The keys lay in their usual spot, under the flat stone next to the flowerpot. My fingers trembled as I fished them out, the cold metal sharp against my skin. I slid the key into the lock, heard the soft click, and pushed the door open. I sprinted up the stairs to the right floor. I prayed to the Moon Goddess we wouldn’t meet any neighbours. Once at my front door, I had to catch my breath. I slid the key into the lock with a shaking hand.

“Oh wow, you don't look like someone with bad luck she commented and took a seat beside me, ignoring the curious looks she attracted from others. “Bad luck?” I questioned frowning, wondering what she meant by “bad luck” “Yeah, that's what the grown-ups say” She shrugged like it was no big deal but it really bothered me “they say that bad things happen when people we don't know leave their pack to live here” “So...” I trailed off, uncertain where this conversation went. “Luna!” I heard a woman howled . She was probably her mother, she was tall, brunette, and dressed in a dark blue dress that clung tightly around her curves.

Since Sinclair and Edric had connections, it was normal for Edric to bring him in. However, Irene began to worry after hearing the news. "What should we do? Sinclair is someone who cannot be underestimated. Edric's chances of winning are high." Jordan smiled at that. "Although Sinclair is skillful, we still stand a chance. Don't worry. It's still unknown who the winner will be. Everyone has a 50-50 chance of winning." Nevertheless, Irene wanted nothing but a complete victory over Edric. Jordan's indifference to Sinclair's recruitment depressed her. After work, she went to Thomas. On the way there, she bought him some fruits and vegetables.

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."

As if I'm not paying enough attention to him, Chance squeals at me. "All right, dude. Are you ready to get dressed?" I spend the next few minutes trying to wrangle his squirmy ass into a black onesie that has a picture of an ultrasound on it. Underneath is the hashtag #tbt. I chuckle. I like that she has a sense of humor. "Well, little man," I say as I pick him up. "What shall we do while we wait? Ohhhhh……!" Out of nowhere, Chance throws up all over us. Not spit-up. No. It's like a water hose turned on and sprayed us both.