Chances Novels & Stories

"Hm look at you asking for favours and conditions when you know you are helpless and you can’t make me accept it, but I like your confidence." “what if I can”. oh shit what have I done, Racy what were you thinking I thought to myself but still kept my level of confidence high. “But how”, he asked leaning into my height. He is TALL. I automatically took a step back and said "what I am asking you about, is helping me not doing some favours, please take it as helping a person not giving favours freely". I said, hoping that he will not reject me. he adjusted in his height and said. "what's your story?"

"Go on, open it." Chance chuckled. He read the message over, then looked at her. "Well?" "Sorry but." He said, watching her face fall. "It says we are only eighty-five percent related." He added. "What really?" Aurora bounced up and down on her toes. Chance showed her the screen. She read the message, then threw herself at him. "Oh, happy days! I can't wait for them to hear about this, it's so hard hiding this from them." "Ok, but before we do this. I have to do something first."

At that moment, notifications kept popping up on my screen. "Shocking news! Tyler, chairman of the Werewolf Council, waits at the Office of Werewolf Mate Affairs and is suspected of being stood up!" "Alpha Tyler's proposal fails! His mysterious partner disappears, and netizens are now in a frenzy!" I clicked on one of the headlines, and what appeared was a photo that seemed familiar yet strange—Tyler stood at the entrance of the Mate Affairs office, dressed in a black suit and holding a bouquet of vibrant roses. His face was filled with anticipation and joy.

I felt a jolt go through me as his lips pressed against my skin, breath so feathery that my breath caught in my chest. One kiss. Two. Three. Trailing up my arm as his warmth set my skin on fire. Then he stopped. Right in the crook of my elbow, where my pulse throbbed the hardest…he just…stopped and leaned back. Focus, Calista. Remember what happened last time. “What did she say?” Will I ever have a chance? He cleared his throat softly and fixed me with his stare. My world slowed as his jaw worked. “Twenty five percent,” his voice was firm, “with regular check ins, your chances will be up by twenty five percent, Calista. That is…” his voice trailed off, but I b

I don’t breathe. Inside, Dr Malik shifts in his seat. I can imagine him there, folding his hands, looking calm and fatherly, but also preparing to deliver something he knows will land heavy. “Well,” he starts gently, “Dorothy… the answer is yes, but with a caveat. A very slim chance. About three percent, to be precise.” She doesn’t respond right away. And I don’t dare move.

Dad stared at "me" while his fingers began tapping the table unconsciously. That was his habit whenever he calculated gains and losses. Eight thousand dollars was not a small amount. "Can you guarantee a prize?" Dad asked, wavering. "Based on current mastery, the probability of winning is 87.3 percent," "I" stated calmly. "This is a controllable-risk investment with clear returns." Dad fell silent and picked up the calculator on the table. Ava finally could not take it anymore. She shot to her feet.

I sighed," you still have chances of birthing a child." I watched him tried to control his anger but fail woefully , "Ten percent, ten percent chance only, is it the chance you're talking about Dafoe!" Benson paused, chuckling dryly,"I fuvking have ten percent of birthing a child out of hundred and you asshole stood before me to tell me a fucked up cramp of having a chance; wait:" he laughed,"are you tryna mock me or side for your lover May , by telling me that she is fucking pregnant for me?"

I looked very confused as I tried pinching myself to wake up from this bad dream. Matt and I were high school sweethearts. We had been together for ten years and I had no doubt in my mind that he was the one I would be spending the rest of her life with. When he finally popped the question last month I was so excited that I screamed a big yes. So this whole conversation with Matt right now was a lot confusing, “But why?” “You know my mom and sister don’t like you and I can’t marry a girl who’s going to destroy my family” Matt spat out.

I knelt down next to her and said, “It’s not awful for you to say, to be honest, I myself assumed the same thing.” “You did?” she looked to me. I shook my head, I’m learning myself about the whole process and listening has been a bit overwhelming for me to believe too. I can only imagine how it has made you feel. You still have options, that’s the good news.” The woman grabbed my hand in hers and calmed herself down as she shook her head. “Have you been around children of all different ages?” I questioned. “No, she looked to her husband. We really haven’t. Does that put us at a disadvantage?”