Chances Novels & Stories

"Don't worry! There's at least a 90% chance!" Zephyr Khan replied with a confident smile. "Alas, there's still a ten percent chance. I can't succeed!"

he replied. He relaxed back into the chair he was seated on. "Well, there's always a first time for everything, isn't there, Mr. Jimmy Hariggan?" He took his time to reply, rubbing his chin softly, "As for me some things have never happened before and I will prefer if it stays that way" "The chances that it will remain that way is high but that doesn't mean you should disregard the chance that it won't remain that way, no matter how low it is. After all, a chance is still a chance, irrespective of how little it is,"

“So talking isn't going to work.” The screen flickered. [ESTIMATED SUCCESS RATE: 40%.] Clara frowned at the number before looking through the windshield again. “Forty percent?” Clara hesitated before asking, "What approach gives me the highest chance of success?" [ALTERNATIVE APPROACH IDENTIFIED.] Clara waits. [SEDUCTION.] Clara blinked. “You're actually suggesting that?” [ESTIMATED SUCCESS RATE: 80%.] Clara's mouth fell open. “Eighty percent?”

"You promised three chances. How can you go back on that?" His hands shook as he tried to set the cake down. "I still have one more. You can't divorce me. You can't." Then his foot hit a box. Familiar. "What's this?" He bent down, picked it up. His eyes locked on the tear-stained note inside. His pupils started to shake. "There. That's your third chance," I said, lips curling into a cold, mocking smile. Luca finally spoke, voice soft but sharp as a slap.

"Surprised? You should have known it wouldn't take us long to catch up with you." I feel my mouth go dry, but I steady my voice. "Well, it's taken you over four years so far." Silence. It's quiet for a full minute and I debate hanging up, thinking they've already ended the call. "You're good with numbers Nicolette. So, tell me, what do think the probability is of you making it out of this alive?" Practically non-existent. But they don't need to know that. "Considering I have virtually an endless supply of money at my disposal, I'd say very high."

“You must also know that it is your fate to restore the Lycan males of their suffering even though it means putting your life on the line.’’ She stated. I was forced to a pause this time, drawing the hardest inhale of my life. “What are the chances?’’ I asked, fists clenched beside my thighs. “A ten out of fifty.’’ She blurted out, not a single sign of humour on her face.

What's the Future? It's a blank sheet of paper, and we draw lines on it, but sometimes our hand is held, and the lines we draw aren't the lines we wanted. That is life, isn't it? Fate. Luck. Chance. A long series of what-if's that lead from one moment to the next, time never pausing for you to catch your breath, to make sense of the cards that have been handed to you. And all you can do is play your cards and hope for the best because, in the end, it all comes back to those three basics. Fate. Luck. Chance.

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."

he said, his tone hard to read. "I... I just don’t want to risk addressing him incorrectly if I ever meet him," I said quickly as an excuse. Ugh, I really needed to think more carefully about what I said when it came to Jason. Mike gave me a small smile. "When would you ever meet someone like Jason Moon? That chance seems pretty slim, so why bother?" He stared at me like he was trying to catch me in a lie. I shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe I’ll bump into him at the pub," I said with a wink.

I have never thought of cheating either nomater the challenges I face with my wife she's still my wife and I love her. When I got home in the evening after work, Whitney had put on a very transparent short white dress.She was watching what seemed like an interesting program on television. My eyes lead me see her soft doughy body and her big breasts that almost come out of her dress.I could clearly see everything, her big tight nipples.My desires were so high my dick had already bulge in my trousers.I went straight to my room to take a cold shower to cool down my temperatures.I didn't want her to see the big heap in my trousers.I think she noticed it since she smiled as I went up stairs.