Ghost Of A Chance Book Novels & Stories

"It's suffocating. Sottocapo. Ill Padrino. Power means sacrifice. The price is too high. I'm tired of being a monster." There was a vulnerability there I'd never heard from Chance before. It seemed even Ghostblade had chinks in his armor. The man I always saw as unbreakable had finally snapped. Fuck him if he didn't want us. We still needed him one last time. To take Lance's place as Marino's donor. I was crawling up the stairs, clinging to the gun with blood soaked fingers. The element of surprise was on my side. When I got to the top, Chance was a dead man.

My breath falters once. I don’t know the name. That should be enough. I steady my breathing and listen. Nothing outside but wind through the trees. Still, I step back. Ghosts don’t keep personal items. They don’t have pasts that can be written down. I open the cover just enough to see the first page. My name is there. Written in a hand I don’t recognize. Footsteps approach. I snap the book shut as the door handle turns.

Shape Of My Heart - Backstreet Boys Song Twenty-Four. Watch Me Shine - Joanna Pacitti Thank you so much for reading my second book in what I am planning to be a three-book series. Book one: Chase and Savannah's story - A Little Cinderella Moment. Book two: Jen and Greg's story - Lady Of The Dirt Track. Book three: Title TBA - Selena and Lucas' story. I do have another book in the very early stages, and it is something I have never done before, but I am willing to give it a shot for all you readers, so keep an eye out for Bound By Fate & Fang coming soon.

it raised one hand toward Adrian. "When the final page arrives..." "...do not search for the perfect ending." "Search for the honest one." Then... it disappeared. The Gate closed with a sound like the final heartbeat of an ancient world. The Archive returned to complete silence. Only Adrian, Elias, the First Reader, the little girl, and the blue book remained. On the cover of the blue book... a new title slowly appeared. THE BOOK OF POSSIBILITIES Far away... beyond every world... beyond every Door...

I quickly place my backpack down and unzips the top, taking out a book with a girl dressed in a long white gown and a white rose tainted with blood in the front cover to pass time faster, the title reads 'White Rose' by Grace Angel. I open the page where I had left off, and forget the world exists as I read away. I'm at the part where Chase is visiting Jennie's grave, and he is still so hurt over her death that he yells. Screaming at the grave, he tells Jennie he hates her for leaving him. Unable to comprehend why she had died. Just when I'm ready to turn the page, my book is snatched away by Amber, making me look at her, confused.

My eyes flicked up from the book in front of me to glare at the small window next to me, where there were two birds perched on a branch outside looking as if they were ready to take flight at any moment. The moon was shining brightly overhead, but the sky appeared cloudless. And not just that - when I looked down at the book I could see it glowing dimly with some kind of weird glow. There was no light reflecting off of it whatsoever. The glow looked almost magical, and my breath hitched in my throat. It felt almost like magic - maybe I was seeing things but what was worse my wolf growling and snarling inside of me , telling me that something was very, very wrong.

He tossed her right into the SUV parked at the side, as if she were just a sandbag. Yes, he tossed her into the car. I pursed my lips briefly. He was indeed… behaving like a tough guy. Nicole's arrival was never part of the plan. Four years ago, I went down to a bar to drown my sorrows right after a breakup. That was where I met a man. He was the definition of stoic and sexy. Everything about his appearance, down to the way he breathed, was exactly what I looked for in a man. Fueled by liquid courage, I slept with him. Surprisingly, our chemistry that night was completely off the charts.

Nothing good ever happens to me. I take some deep breaths and I put my shoes on. I opened the door and the scent hits me again. I give a couple of steps and I stop in front of her door taking in her smell. I shake my head telling myself this can’t happen and I walk downstairs towards outside. There’s a big tent in the back garden of the house and I can hear people talking. The noise is defining. The pack was sent to only had the elders unmarked. I never got to mark Emily. A year appears on the corner of my eye and I shake all those thoughts away from my head as I walk inside the tent.

I watched as Anthioy stayed close to one door. "You don't share his gift of intuition, do you?" Chance said as I watched Anthony. "What do you mean?" I asked. "That girl Dahila is Anthony's second chance, mate." he replied. "What?" I asked in shock. "But she is critical." I added as I recalled the Dr's report on the girl. "Yes, on a ventilator." Chance said sadly. "There is no way the moon goddess would take another mate from him. He is a good man." I gasped as Chance shrugged, and I watched Anthony, who suddenly seemed very old and very tired.

Every flicker of magic logged. And with them stood Chance. Or rather didn’t. Chance existed in a way that defied even Dawlya perception. No ripple, no displacement, no Veil-echo marked his presence. He was a ghost who had learned how to step between rules rather than bend them. Even Puc couldn’t see him unless Chance allowed it. “Security grid is holding,” Puc murmured through the silent channel they shared. “No hostile bindings detected so far.” Chance’s voice came back dry and amused. They wouldn’t try it before she arrives. Not yet.