Chandler Bing Novels & Stories

I clicked on it and saw that it was from a blogger who documented her daily life. The first pinned post was a romantic birthday surprise. The blogger had prepared a gift for her partner, and coincidentally, her partner's birthday was the same as Chandler's. I scrolled down and saw a picture of Chandler's hand. There was no doubt about it. This was Karen's secret account.

Click. The lid popped open. There were no old photos. No sentimental trinkets. Inside sat a black titanium card with a name embossed in silver: EVERLY CHANDLER. And beneath it, a smartphone that began to glow the moment I touched it. A single message was displayed on the screen: 'Ten years of hiding is enough, Princess. The world thinks the Chandlers are gone. Show them they were wrong. - A.V.' Suddenly, the headlights of a dozen black SUVs pierced through the rain outside, illuminating the shack like it was center stage.

“Thank you.” Blake only nodded as tears filled Xanlu’s eyes, and she rushed to her Father along with Chi Long, smiling. As the trio felt their love for one another, Blake stood there until their hugging and kisses subsided. Chai Bing rose from his bed and looked energetic. “Welcome, Partridge Chai Bing,” Blake said with a smile. Chai Bing then grabbed Blake and hugged him as he laughed. “What a good son-in-law. Just call me Father from now on.” Bing said as he hugged Blake. As the siblings watched Blake getting squished by their Faher’s giant arms.

“Chan would like a mocha and pasta. And I would like a straight black and pasta as well.” The waitress wrote down their orders, then said, “Thanks,” and walked away. With the order out of the way, Jeremy eagerly returned his attention to his date and began chatting. “So, Chan, tell me a bit more about yourself. What do you do? I mean, I don’t mean to pry into your life, but just, you know…” Chan took a sip of the cold water beside her and then said, “Well, as you know, my full name is Chandra Chandler. I’m a Kiwi. Well, half Cambodian, half Kiwi.”

He stared at me for a few moments, probably debating, before he suddenly spoke again, “I’m sorry...I can’t.” He mumbled in a saddened tone, lowering his gaze. “Why not?” I shouted in disbelief, feeling also slightly annoyed. “Because I can’t...” He bluntly replied, still looking down. “Why? Because you think I’ll run away? Yeah, like I could actually do that...” I muttered, rolling my eyes, “I mean, have you even looked at me? I’m half of your size-no wait, not half, actually a QUARTER of your size! Do I really look like I could outrun you?” I shouted outraged, throwing my hands in the air.

He then followed Chad's gaze to find a man sitting behind the desk in the distance. He was young and around Frank's age, but he was muscular and bulky, clearly a martial elite. "Sean Wesley, was it?" Sean nodded. "Y-Yes… May I ask who you are?" The man slowly got up. "The name's Finn Chandler, the fourth Chandler son from Middleton." "M-Middleton?"

This dick happens to be here. “Okay, I bite," he said, realizing I wasn't answering his question. “You are Victor Reynolds, billionaire star, playboy, businessman..." he said while looking at me. “Not so much. Should I continue?” "You don't know me, man, and I'm not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to wish her kids a happy birthday and maybe talk to Maddie." Chandler nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response. "She's been through a lot. It hasn't been easy for her."

Chester asked. “No. I called her. I called everyone whom she could possibly with…” Chandler paused, when he realized something. “What if…” “What if what?” Brandon asked him. “She’s with that New York Guy,” Chandler mumbled, finally stopping from pacing. “New York Guy?” Chester asked back. “Oh, that guy who barged in the Charity Event? Mr. and Mrs. Kramer’s son?” Ken spoke. “I have to find her quick,” Chandler said, storming out of the room.