Chance Unscramble Novels & Stories

Of all the assholes in this world, this one got blessed with an angel. I’m the luckiest asshole there is. – Chance Chance grumbled as he made his way to the front door. He found his mother and sister, Evie and Karan. “What time is it?” he asked as the four women entered. “Eight.” His mother said and his sister added “Ish.” “Define nine. Ish.” “Seven thirty.” Karan laughed. “I need coffee.” Chance said making his way past the women and to the kitchen.

I’d probably have a higher chance of blending in with the wall beside us, instead of gathering the amount of attention this man does. There is no chance of us being a thing happening.

Sean and Lara perform much better, as do Ihidie and Tosan, but Kayva and Karen appear to be the ultimate champions, getting four out of their six assigned movie names correct. All too soon, it is our turn. “I’ll go first,” Chris says, taking the word from Sean. He turns to me and smiles, and I force myself to remain focused on the task at hand. I can’t be the one to let our team down. He winds his right hand in a circular motion. “Movie,” I call out. Redundant, considering it’s a movie-themed game. He nods and raises two fingers. “Two words!” I holler. Lord, why on earth am I shouting? He motions wearing sunglasses, a big frown on his face.

I also told her what Mary said. "You have to grab this opportunity and give him a chance, also give your heart a chance to fall in love again" She said Should I give him a chance?

They love me so much. "So I am passing out these papers, reach lady take one and pass them down. Here are some pens as well to pass along. So this game is a scramble game, the object of the game is to unscramble as many words as you can. All the words have something to do with wedding. The one with the most words correctly unscrambled wins a prize out of this basket" she said holding it up. "The second most out of this basket" she said as Chris held up the second basket.

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Her cheeks were flushed with excitement as she held a green piece of paper and said, "Mom, for my wish this year, I want to give today's forgiveness coupon back to Uncle Alex. "He went to help someone, but he still remembered my birthday. I shouldn't have torn up the coupon." The fireworks went off precisely at the stroke of midnight. But the words spelled out by those fireworks pierced both mine and Kimmy's eyes like daggers. "Dearest Pearl, happy 5th birthday, love from Daddy Alexander."

he asked, concern flickering in his eyes. She looked up quickly, forcing a smile. “Of course.” she said. He didn’t seem convinced, but he let it slide. “Okay… so, there’s something I need your help with.” He grimaced slightly, shifting in his seat. Amaliah’s curiosity piqued. Caesar never got nervous—yet, here he was, looking almost hesitant. This made her wonder what could possibly have him on edge. “What is it?” He exhaled before explaining. “There’s this charity event Everett’s mom hosts every year to raise funds for cancer research,” he said. “She also auctions off billionaires to the highest bidder for the night.”

Thomas says, standing a few feet away. Hearing the man's name causes Melina's brain to recall his face. She couldn't believe she hadn't recognized him right away. "Thomas, thank God you're here." the man takes his arm away from Melina's neck. "I am willing to double the prize to 10 million dollars," Xiao Zhan says as he walks toward Thomas. Melina's eyes widened as she heard the prize that was just offered for her. "Is that so?" Thomas pulls a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up.

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.