Coincidences Book Novels & Stories

He gasps, and this time he lets 2 tears escape from his eyes. “I have a theory. I’ve recently discovered that whenever I am in contact with this book, things are starting to happen. Every time I touch it, the symbol on the book cover flashes in front of my eyes, and I feel like something inside of me clicks in place. And magic happens…like early on, I’ve seen my mate’s eyes and face shape in front of a mirror, and…”

“And the professor assigned a book that half the campus seemed to be looking for at the same time.” Adrian could almost see the scene forming through her words. “The library had only one available copy. I remember walking through the stacks looking for it. When I finally found it, someone else reached for it at exactly the same moment.” A faint smile returned to her lips. “We both grabbed it.” “And?” “And we looked at each other for a moment like two people who had just discovered the same treasure.” She shifted slightly under the blanket. “He was the one who suggested we flip a coin. He said the book was technically an elective reading for one of his classes. Something about pediatric pharm

So many coincidences. It seemed that the writer knew both of us very well and was writing a book about our story. I was enjoying the book a lot, the writer had a way with her words. She made me feel as if I was watching all the incidents which happened between us. Has Riya started reading this book of the writer too?? Today, I would send her a link to the book. I wanted her to read and see there were so many similarities. Oh, I wished, she wanted me as much as the female protagonist of the book wanted the male protagonist.

So never expect things to happen because the best things in life are the ones you didn't expect the most. Who knows, you might accidentally swap phones with a celebrity and you'll just get lucky? ~ FIN.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

"But it can't be a coincidence." We delved deeper into the past, tracing the origins of the photograph and the connections between the people in it. We uncovered a web of secrets and long-forgotten alliances, leading us to believe that the accidents were not mere coincidences but the calculated actions of a shadowy figure from our past. With newfound determination, we began to dig deeper, reaching out to contacts and enlisting the help of a private investigator. Clues emerged, pointing us towards an elusive figure who had hidden their tracks well. But we were relentless, following the breadcrumbs of evidence and closing in on the truth.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

I paused briefly, letting my gaze sweep across them again, “…have known more than they should.” This time, the murmurs returned, slightly louder, rippling through the crowd like a wave of uneasy recognition. “At first, I thought it was a coincidence. Every one of us did.” I continued, “We all thought it was poor timing. Maybe even bad luck.” A faint shake of my head followed. “But it kept happening. And that was when I started paying closer attention.” I shifted slightly, “I began noticing patterns. Small things at first. Conversations that didn’t quite make sense. Decisions that somehow reached the wrong ears at the wrong time.”

I asked as he slowly raised his head, waiting with a mixture of fear and expectation. There is no such thing as coincidence, and what appears to us as coincidence comes from the deepest sources. Friedrich Schiller.

How could I possibly make that right? She had asked me, not long ago, whether I found it unusual that a woman I hadn’t seen in five years was suddenly murdered and then the police came to me for help in identifying her. I had brushed it off lightly, almost flippantly, saying that coincidences were nothing more than two events occurring simultaneously. It had sounded clever at the time. Now it sounded naïve. Because the coincidences were no longer isolated. They were accumulating, layering over one another until they formed something else entirely—something with shape and weight.