Ghost Of A Chance Book Novels & Stories

he asked, raising an eyebrow. "A-ahm... Are you Caspien?" the girl asked, looking a bit hesitant but obviously excited. She was about to continue when Caspien nodded slightly, but with confusion in his eyes. "You're really Caspien?" she asked again beyond belief, adding, "The former vocalist of the band Midnight Sky?" He saw how hopeful the girl looked as she waited for his response. Hearing the band's name, which he hadn't heard in six years, made him want to leave, run, and hide. He didn't want to show himself to anyone, fearing someone might recognize him again.

After downing his drinks and grabbing two more, Chance thought it best to move to a more dense area, or somewhere out of sight, preferably with low lightning and no snobby rich folk. So he settled where there were sofas overlooking the city, and with very few people that were having drinks and seem to be in their own world, not too caring about those around them. “I like your style, stranger.” Chance just sat back to relax in an oversize, yet comfortable sofa, when the voice came, one which raise above all the others that whispered to each other. Chance straightened in an upright position, gazing in the voice's direction. Peering back at him were two mischievous grey eyes and a face that has

Not like it's been much of a vacation anyways. A strong breeze came up behind her, the chill reaching even through her jacket. She shivered a bit, but she froze when a soft thud came right after. She cautiously began to turn around, wanting to know what had made the sound. Her eyes met a glowing pair of crimson ones that belonged to a hard faced young man. She sighed in relief, glad that it was only her Deslyan friend.

​The figure smiled, revealing teeth made of "Dialogue-Fragments." ​"I’m the Ghostwriter," he said. "And I’ve been hired by your father’s Real-World Estate to file an injunction. But it’s gonna get messy." ​Suddenly, the red ink began to flood the 401st Chapter, turning the blue sky into a dark, rainy night in a city that shouldn't exist. ​[NARRATIVE ERROR: GENRE-FLIP DETECTED. ROMANCE-FANTASY IS NOW... NOIR-THRILLER.]

I steel myself for what’s to come. “I have no intention of rejecting you. You are a gift, a second chance mate for me. I don’t turn away gifts from the Moon Goddess,” he says. His fingers then move to Masuzyo’s mark on my neck. “I’m assuming, based on your mark, that I’m your second chance mate too?”

That man did waste the time that I could have used seducing Cassie. “Yes sir,” said Silas, before starting the car and driving off towards our destination. I look out the window and tuck my phone in my pocket. Cassie Stone I will win your heart and Soul before the month ends.

"That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see," "Challenging," Darcy said through me, running my fingers along the side of the book. "And it is quite powerful. I know the book, Terra, I'm not new to ghosts," The woman gasped. "Darcy? Is that really you?" "Yes, I'm back," "Oh dear," the woman walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. "It's so good to see you again after a thousand years." "I'm glad you still remember me, Terra,"

First Date *************** Narrators pov *************** He stood at the cafe door patiently waiting for her, she was already 10 minutes late. Anthony made up his mind that even if she doesn't come, he would understand. Their meeting each other had been a coincidence and whatever spark he felt they both had must have diminished for her.

More suffocating. Everywhere Chance looked, false claims and secret agendas lurked beneath the guise of enticement, and he found himself backing away rather than closing in. And then Chance saw her… The sweet breeze from his not so forgotten past, the reason for his presence amongst people he couldn’t care less about.

she went back to the gap looked at the stars as she talked to herself. she wished her life was perfect like what the neighbors thought of it. she went down on her knees and pleaded before going to bed. Baraka, the boy living subsequent house to mercy, was at the dining table by himself, his parents were out on a business trip as usual. after he’s done with his meal, he went to bed, took his phone and called mercy to say goodnight. ‘‘I can bill the gloom in your speech even from the phone, so what’s going on with you?’’ baraka commanded