Novel & Cerita Chances

The pain still lingered. A personality like that was too dangerous. "Can you beat him one-on-one?" she asked. Marion thought for a moment. "I've seen his skills. I can't say for sure." "How much of a chance do you have?" "50%." "What about Robert?" "Less than 50%." "So, if you can't win, Robert stands no chance?"

Cale spent the entire time scanning the mirrors, watching for black SUVs, watching for threads. "Do you see anything?" Elion whispered. "I see traffic," Cale said. "I see congestion. I see... green." "Green?" "The light," Cale said. "We are hitting all the green lights. Probability of this sequence is 0.04%." "Is that... you?" Cale looked at his wrist. "No," Cale said. "I am not expending energy." "Then what is it?" "Maybe," Cale said slowly, "the universe is... opening the door."

"If I want to overturn the conviction now, what are the chances?" Serenity gave it a serious thought and gave Clara an answer. "Thirty percent." A bitter smile broke out on Clara's face. Thirty percent… Could the verdict really be overturned with just a thirty percent chance of winning? Maybe others would fight for it even if there was only a ten percent chance, but it was too low for her!

Then I placed it gently on the table. The quiet click of metal against wood sounded louder than it should have. “Sam,” I said calmly. “Yes, John.” His voice was steady in my ear, as precise and emotionless as always. “What’s the probability of escaping a prison facility controlled by the League?” There was a short pause while Sam processed the request. “Analyzing…” he replied. The seconds stretched out in silence. Then he answered. “Probability of successful escape: 15 percent.” I nodded slowly. Fifteen percent.

"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

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.

“Is there anything else you would want to ask me?” “Yes.” She nodded. “Assuming that Millie finds a kidney, what’s the chances she will make it”? The woman asked. “Transplants always have risks. But Kidney is one of the most common transplants to be done. You have enough reasons to be hopeful. We will match enough so hopefully it’ll make it.” Chance sighed. “Okay… thank you doctor.” she nodded and headed out. Chance stood there in awe wondering what this woman must be going through. He wondered some implications on how cruel life can be even to a little girl when he was approached by Kara, “Hey, where are you going?”