Nolan Chance Novels & Stories

But I didn’t sit, I couldn’t sit because my body was so tense. “Chantelle, are you listening to me?” Nolan asked and his voice was slightly raised. “I don’t care about the money. I just want my son back and I will do anything to find him. You and I are a team.” “How? Nolan, when you lose everything because of me what do you think will happen? You will be back to being a pariah. Douglas will set everyone in the city against you. No one would want to help the son of a murderer whose fiancée will now be labeled a psychopath.”

I guess he didn’t tell her about me. She pulled back and saw the look of surprise and confusion on my face. She laughed and pulled back. “I’m so sorry.” She snickered. “Let me introduce myself since my grandson has failed to do that.” She looked at Mikey with fake disappointment. “You didn’t give me a chance to!” he said in defense to his nana. “You attacked her” gesturing to me “as an octopus does to its prey.” She threw a fake glare at him, “I’m not an octopus,” she grumbled. Then turning back to me, she dropped the glare and a cheery look was back on her face. She flipped “I’m Mary Collin.”

The blood on the ground hadn’t even dried. I took the steps of the tower slowly, savoring each one, until I stood on the peak and looked toward the horizon. From here, I could see the smoke still curling over Elidor. My decoys were doing their job—Luca would be tied up there, scrambling to protect his precious villagers. And here I stood, inside his home. This wasn’t just strategy. This was legacy. Nathaniel joined me moments later, wiping a cut on his cheek with the back of his hand.

“Then let them come.” Lucan stared at me for a long moment. Then he disappeared into the shadows again. And I—Rissa, former Luna, bearer of the Knowing—stood beneath the blood moon, unafraid. For the first time, I wasn’t just surviving. I was becoming.

DOWN MEMORY LANE Sonya’s pov. The drive to Mr Collins campaign was a quiet one, allowing me time to reminisce on my dinner with Callum. I tried to wave it out of my head and not think about it, but it seemed impossible. When Stacy had told me we had a show at a campaign event, I immediately agreed to get my mind off the event of the previous night. I could not tell Stacy how I had reacted to Callum, I pictured the face of the woman who had asked if Callum and I were a couple, thankful that no media person was there when she had asked.My face flushed from the thought of her question yet again.

"Good. You're back in New York fully?" Nolan glanced up at me before nodding. "Yeah, I'm back. How long have you been working here?" "A few months," I replied, caught off guard. His gray eyes stared up at me dreamily and for a minute I wasn't sure what to say. "She's Camille. Caldwell's daughter," Gavriel murmured. "Uncle Caldwell?" Nolan gasped. "I haven't seen him since I was like twelve or something. Does he still make those cool drones and stuff?"

Sometimes, when she couldn't decide, she'd video call me for three or four hours, asking for my opinion while she picked. Who would've thought my long-awaited sixth anniversary would become this? Impatience showed in her eyes. She didn't bother with me anymore and answered the phone. The next second, Caleb's sobbing voice came through. "Vivian, is Nathan still unwilling to forgive me? So many people came to the hospital to call me a murderer. I'm so scared..." "Ah!" After a scream, the call cut off. "Hello? Caleb!" When she looked at me again, anger had already filled her eyes.

“It’s not what you think.” “Then what is it?” I hesitated. The words tangled themselves in my chest, unwilling to come out clean. “I don’t know anymore. I’m supposed to know what I’m doing, but… lately, I feel like I don’t recognize myself.” Declan nodded, his expression unusually serious. “It happens. To all of us. But usually, it happens after the bottle’s empty.” I managed a weak smirk. “You always know how to lighten a mess.” He shrugged. “I try. But you, Jason… you’re the kind of man who doesn’t talk unless he’s on the edge. So, talk.”

I knew after that scenario, our relationship with Ken will never be the same again. I also knew this punishment suited me perfectly well after all I did to my Step-sister Amanda. Despite all the trust she gave me, I betrayed her. I knew how much she suffered to endure the pain of betrayal. I grabbed my phone and decided to do an online research on Ken's new secretary. I discovered that Noela , Ken's secretary, was his ex-girlfriend. They dated when they were still back in highschool. Noela and Ken's relationship was so beautiful since they both were attractive and matched to be with each other. Ken was happy with her until her father took her to the UK to further her studies as an architect.

"But I don't agree with your decision to marry this woman." “Danielle is my choice and won’t talk about it with anyone, uncle Chris!” “You are absolutely right, son, it’s your right to make your own choices. Just as Billy has the right to make his choices without you telling him what he needs and what to do,” he added and entered the house leaving him alone.