Chances Novels & Stories

My mouth stretched into a smile so wretched I could feel it cracking. "Vivian, do you remember how many chances are left? Aren't you afraid you'll use them all?" She stopped, then slowly turned around. Clearly, she thought the question was absurd. Still, she let out a dismissive laugh. "One hundred is a big number. It's not that easy to use them all." Yes. One hundred chances sounded like a lot. But in six years of marriage, Vivian had indulged Caleb far more often than anyone should.

First Date *************** Narrators pov *************** He stood at the cafe door patiently waiting for her, she was already 10 minutes late. Anthony made up his mind that even if she doesn't come, he would understand. Their meeting each other had been a coincidence and whatever spark he felt they both had must have diminished for her.

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.

He pushed off the wall and took a single step toward me, and in the small, confined space, it felt like an invasion. “I didn’t ask you out here to praise you,” he said, his eyes finally locking on mine. “I asked you out here because you need a warning, and I’m the only one here who knows your pattern.” My defenses immediately went up. "My pattern? I’m a professional, Larry. I’ve changed.” “I know you’ve changed. I saw the 45^\circ bow. That’s why I’m worried,” he countered, his voice dropping to a low, intense murmur. “You take a high-pressure situation and you master it. You take an impossible task and you conquer it. That feeling—the rush of accomplishment, the sudden confidence—that is da

I suddenly found this entire situation rather absurd. I no longer need the money, Kim. Not now, not ever. I picked up the divorce papers that Kim rejected, subconsciously rubbing my fingers together on the title. I heard their conversation coming from the bedroom mixed with laughter. "Kim, what happens if you have a son? I want a daughter." "Then, we'll have more babies. I'll make sure you'll be satisfied." I smiled self-deprecatingly. So, this was the accident that she claimed to have happened?

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."

On social media, however, Cedric was in a hot air balloon, and Tiffany was right there in his arms. I glanced at the time. My flight was leaving in four hours. The divorce agreement would take effect in two. There probably wouldn't be a chance to tell her in person. There were three hours left, and I stood in the mansion Tiffany had given me, looking out at the river beyond. Dozens of hot air balloons floated in the air. I had no way of knowing which one was theirs. Thinking of the promise she had made yesterday, I couldn't help but laugh. If she knew this was the last promise I would ever wait for her to keep, would she come back right now?

"You crazy woman! Why would you assume that I will kiss you? I don't like you. I have high standards for women! You're not my type!" Thane stood up, still holding the part she had kicked. He had a very dark expression, and she knew he was still trying to control his temper. "Three chances! I will give you three chances to kill me and return me to my grave. You will use your power every four months to turn back time. After three chances and you still failed, I will kill that man in front of you!" Thane yelled at her, then slammed the door to her face. She didn't get the chance to talk back to him.

My husband thought I would never leave him. He was wrong. Ethan Cole proposed to me ninety-nine times before I finally said yes on his hundredth try. So on our wedding night, I gave him ninety-nine make-up cards. Every time he broke a promise, chose someone else over me, or hurt me badly enough to need forgiveness, he could use one. As long as there was still a card left, I promised myself I would give our marriage one more chance. For three years, Ethan never needed them. Then Madeline Avery came back. His childhood best friend. The woman who always needed help. The woman who always needed protecting. And somehow, every time she needed something, I was the one expected to lose it

Ayaw kong isipin na dahil mayroon pang susunod na pagkakataon ay pupuwede kong gawing laro na lamang ang lahat. There will be lots of chances. The word chance will never be crossed out of the dictionary but we cannot guarantee that those chances were for us. Hanggang alam kong makakaya kong gawin iyon nang may husay, hindi ko sasayangin iyon. I won't slack off just because I am at the advantage of chances. Chances will always be everywhere but only for those who reach for it.