Coincidences Book Novels & Stories

He is nice but not someone interesting. Oh, but I can’t think about him when I must think of being someone’s fiancé who I have no interest in. It is weird how I can get caught in such a deal with no wish of mine. I mean I am still wondering if I am in a dream where the story that I read became true. I read a book named ‘the contract’ last night and it was almost the same, but she didn’t break a vase and wasn’t in debt. Weird and weird and… well weird.

She turned, her gaze locked onto his as they stood shoulder to shoulder, scanning through the shelves. A nervous smile flickered on her lips, and Carlos's eyes squinted as he returned the gesture. “I found it!” Ivy suddenly exclaimed, holding a file in her hand. Carlos's smile lingered, his eyes never leaving Ivy's as he extended his hand to receive it. But instead of closing his fingers around it, he deliberately let it slip, watching as the content spilled on the ground. A sly, sinister grin momentarily appeared on his face, indicating his purposeful intent. Ivy was speechless, with no idea what was going on in Carlos's mind. Without waiting to be told, she crouched down, assembling the pa

The man who brought her back from the abyss of hopelessness was not Jung Kwang Soo. Do Sejin glances at the books in Jung Kwang Soo’s hands and connects the link. His voice quivers when he questions Ahn Hana, “Hana, do you know the killer?" She drops to her knees, holding her head. “No, it’s just a coincidence.” But her intuition is saying otherwise. The man she met on her wedding day, the coat that went missing from her apartment, the book that was read to her when she couldn’t wake up from the darkness, and the gaze from the silhouette she saw in the library can’t be coincidences.

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

They had been, by every measure, exactly what Papa had needed them to be. And one of their daughters was dating my sixteen-year-old brother. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was exactly what it looked like two teenagers in the same class, the ordinary accident of proximity, the complete coincidence that anyone living a normal life would accept without a second thought. I was not, at this particular moment in history, someone who accepted coincidences without a second thought. I added it to the list of things that needed clarity before we moved on Stella. Not because I was certain there was anything there, but because I had learned this week, more thoroughly than ever before, that the things th

"What's really going on? You've been acting strange all morning." "It's nothing," I said while trying to figure out how to explain that I thought fate was using my family as substitutes when I tried to change things. "Just a weird feeling about some coincidences." "Coincidences," he repeated with obvious skepticism. "The rain and the cakes and the newspaper," I said while gesturing vaguely. "It all feels like something I've experienced before." "Like déjà vu?" he asked. "Something like that," I agreed while letting him think it was just a strange feeling rather than actual memories of another timeline.

“Or miracles. God is still on the throne, peeps.” Elena forced herself not to think about Eamon. Not the coffee. Not the timing. Not the way obstacles seemed to dissolve before they could crush her. Coincidences happens, and these were clearly cases of coincidences, it wasn't that deep. She buried herself deeper into her work, unaware that from behind glass walls above her, a man— that man was watching, not interfering, not intruding. Just quietly clearing the path in front of her, with one small step at a time.

Anything resembling that of the real world is simply a Coincidence. Thank you once again for reading. Please continue to support me and I assure you all that I won't let you down. Don't forget to leave a review, comment and also keep the gems coming. Thank you so much. Dropping book 2 soon.

Him: "No, anything that would wake me up. In fact anything or anything that would wake me up didn't wake me up because I would wake up about half a minute earlier." Me: "Are you trying to say that's what caused your mania?" Me: "Suppose that really was a coincidence?" I looked at his corset, "Seems a little tight, doesn't it?" Him: "Isn't it an arrest?" She nodded her head. Me: "Is that state of a lot of information that you're talking about consistent with your reality of foreseeing the beginning of the future?" Me: "Coincidence, right? If you do a count, there are probably hundreds of thousands of people around the world who have done that - unconsciously."

“You’re not ordinary. You never were, and you will never be. Stop thinking that you are. It won’t help your cause at all. There is a lot in your history that you know next to nothing about. There is a lot the wooden book, and so much more, the wooden book wouldn’t be able to point out.” Clarissa frowned. She had completely forgotten about that book. Was it still in the hotel or had someone taken it from him, and done so many weird things with it? “Do not think too far.” her replica said softly. “Look, I understand that I can’t call any of these a coincidence anymore. There has been so much happening. I can’t even tell the love of my life half of these things, because the spooky woman had war