Half A Chance Book Novels & Stories

’s fist slammed hard against the table, prompting me to jump, and the pencil fell out of my grip, rolling across the mahogany table. “This is bullshit!” Junior shouted angrily, his voice vibrating against the walls. My hands trembled as I reached out to grab the pencil, but Chance beat me to it. It was stupid. I knew nothing could happen to me. Yet, any kind of violence always sent me into a shaking mess. He handed me the pencil, watching me intently. Forcing a smile, I murmured my thanks and took it. “You can’t do this,” Junior gritted out furiously. “It’s done,” Chance said coolly. “Otherwise, no deal.” He casually glanced at his expensive watch. “Make up your mind, because my time is valu

"Michael." I smiled, jumping off my seat and holding onto the counter for support. My vision was a haze and in seconds I was in a crowd of swimming bodies. Ready to forget everything and embrace the unreal reality of singleness. It was thrilling. I was no more sad. I was happy. I was bouncy and laughing with strangers. My heels were clanking and tripping over each other. But I didn't care because I had someone to fall on. I drank from random bottles. I gagged. I swayed. I laughed. I danced. I jumped. Then I returned to where I came from. All flushed up. I smashed my head on the counter. The trajectory sending an alarming pulse of pain through my head. I looked at the book next to my head and

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Finally around 10am his phone started ringing. “Hello! What did he say?” Aiden practically yelled at his father through the phone. “Well good morning to you to son, I slept great thank you for asking.” Arthur responded sarcastically, “the doc said he has to have some werewolf blood but she might be a Half Blood. It’s very rare since most werewolves stick to their own kind, but there have been a few one night stands or even short relationships between humans and werewolves. Once in a while a half blood will be the product of that. We think your mate must have grown up as a human. Her mom may not have even known that she had slept with a werewolf let alone gave birth to one.”

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

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"NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want." Donns deal seems to good to be true, another chance at life and one job after three years. Then again killing that prick Stephen and My so called Father is too good to pass up. "Ok I'll do it but it better be a male body" Michael stated firmly. " Oh yes that's right it is a male body I forgot you died a virgin didn't you

This way we can end this once and for all. I looked at Chance as he approached. He smirked at me and I frowned at the look of sorrow he was trying to hide in his eyes. We shook hands as the start of the challenge was announced. We circled each other, looking for openings and weaknesses. I was grateful for Lilly's insights. They gave me an advantage that I wasn't going to waste. Chance came at me quickly with a punch to my face that I easily dodged. It was like he wasn't even trying. I took the opportunity to land a wicked blow to his weak knee.

48 Alex The phone in my hand felt like a block of lead, its faint glow casting an eerie light across the darkened room. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling as I stared at the message for the third—no, fourth—time, hoping that somehow the words would change or that I’d wake up from this nightmare. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."

She had to be a relative or a friend of someone… My heart was racing, my whole body started to sweat. “Ben! Look at me,” Chance said, grabbing my arms. “I’m okay. I’m … oh. My wives!! They’ll be furious. I was just with two, I should shower before I meet her,” I blabbered on like an idiot. Chance smiled and shook his head. “Man, I got damn lucky with Katrina. Like the mate lottery winner right here. Perfect, smart, beautiful, and NO STRINGS, no drama,” he laughed. I was already fumbling out of my clothes and Chance sat on the sitting sofa just outside my closet.