Coincidences Book Novels & Stories

I shook my head, dropping a hundred on the bar for the drinks and a generous tip. I rode the elevator back to my floor, my mind churning over the events. The doors opened with a soft ding, and I stepped into the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. Room 5019 caught my eye as I approached my suite. What were the odds? Same resort, same floor, and rooms directly across from each other. And then showing up at the bar just when I was there... I paused at my door, key card in hand, and glanced back at Abigail's room. The coincidences were starting to pile up like chips at a rigged poker table—first the restaurant, and now this. My gut told me there was more to this story than serend

He says, he places his hand on my thigh, squeezing gently but still I don't turn to look at him. "I am sure it was just a coincidence, Alex. Don't let your mind wander too far." Zane says. I know he means it as a comfort, but it is hardly so right now. Nothing is comforting about running into Claire at fucking Tim's of all places, when I am with Zane. It is such an odd thing to happen. Such an odd coincidence that I am inclined to actually let my mind wander. "You don't know that." I say, turning to look at him, he keeps his eyes on the road because he is navigating traffic, but I see his jaw clench.

He turned to look at the Hart family who avoided his eyes. Then he let out a chuckle, “Then, years later, I was in an accident, and someone saved me and we met again for the second time in the hospital. You claimed you saved me again, and I believed you, but now I know, how could there be so many coincidences in this world? How did I believe you without even trying to investigate?”

'Her again? He asked himself when the woman acting like a distressed lady yesterday appeared beside him. He easily recognized her due to her very memorable face. It was such a nice coincidence that both of them were in the same mall, in the same bookstore, in front of the same shelf, trying to reach out for the same Mathematics book. Unfortunately, the presence of this lady made it impossible for him to believe that it was really just a plain coincidence. "Ah, sorry, you can take this."

Billy was clearly in too much of a hurry. He blurted out, "It's a coincidence! Pure coincidence! Here—I'm not gonna take advantage of you for nothing. Take this book and study it. It'll give you a solid foundation in soul-related knowledge." With that, Billy tossed a worn, coverless book onto the table and bolted like a madman, as if the Phaeron Codex might vanish if he did not get there in time. Felix still had his doubts, but his curiosity shifted toward the book. He sat down, opened it, and began reading.

She’d walk through the market and overhear a stranger humming the same melody Liam used to hum when he worked late. She’d reach for her favorite book in the café, and find a note tucked between the pages not from him, but still written in the same kind of messy, honest handwriting that made her chest tighten. Coincidences, she told herself. But deep down, she didn’t believe in coincidences anymore.