Take A Chance Book Novels & Stories

she says as we walk down the sidewalk to the parking lot. "I know." "I could lose next time." "I know that, too." "If I do, it's gonna hurt. A lot." She's not trying to be a downer. She's giving me one last chance to decide if I'm really up for the relationship and everything it entails. I pull her to a stop. "I know all that, Quincy, but I told you, I'm all in. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I'll take the chance." Chance reaches for me. I take him in my arms with a smile on my face. "And I'll take Chance, too." He seals the deal with a big slobbery baby kiss to my chin.

She asked, her voice growing smaller as she tugged at her fingers. “Then it’s not a publication you want to be a part of,” I answered simply. “Tessa, you can’t go through life being afraid of taking risks. When you are in the writing business, you need to familiarize yourself with risks and be okay with them. Or else you won’t get anywhere besides taken advantage of.” “I don’t want that,” she said slowly. “I don’t want to get taken advantage of.” “That’s why I’m telling you,” I told her. “I’m not trying to be an asshole… I’m trying to be—”

she added. I did as she asked me and immersed myself in my thoughts as she drove through the city. I lost track of time remembering each and every one of Harvey's words. I felt like the biggest fool in the world, realizing that I had just lost the chance to be happy with a good man because of my fears. You'll never know if he's the one if you don't take a chance. Gabrielle's words echoed in my head. That was my problem. I never took any chances. Not since...

her sarcastic voice met my ears and I turned to face her with an arched eyebrow. She raised her hands in surrender. “Fine, I apologize for how rude I sounded, but you have to admit that’s not exactly a question that you expect to hear every day.” I nodded. “You have a point,” I commented, before raising the book in my hands. “But this book here, says that having supposed chance mates opening up to each other in any way possible could help them understand the whole bond thing better. You know, see if any sparks of any sort fly around.

His touch was unexpectedly tender, and it made my heart race in a way I didn’t expect. “I’m not asking for your trust right away,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’m just asking for a chance.” A chance. The words echoed in my mind, stirring something deep inside me. Was I really willing to take that risk? To put my faith in him, in his mysterious plans for the land, in whatever it was he was building with that botanical garden? I looked at him for a long moment, my thoughts a tangled mess. I didn’t have the answers. I didn’t know what would happen next. But something about him—something about this moment—made me feel like I needed to take that chance, no matter how uncertain everything was.

If you really cared about me, how could you use up all the 99 chances? I lifted my chin, trying hard to control my anger. He froze as if struck by lightning, suddenly remembering the promise we had made. - "Mr. Blanton, how can I ever repay you?" "You don't owe me anything. Just think of me as a caring big brother." "Are you… a pedophile?" "Cough, cough… No. How about this? In return for raising you, you have to fulfill 99 requests for me. Or once I abandon you 99 times, the debt is gone."

Zoey hummed and withdrew her gaze, fixing her attention on Sean, as though the rest of the world had faded away. She was my wife and Jonathan's mother, yet here she was showing affection for another man. The irony was sobering, and the thought drew a self-mocking smile from me. I had wanted to tell her about my resignation, but it seemed unnecessary. She had never cared about me, about Jonathan, or about this hollow marriage. When I returned to my desk, I received a call from Jonathan's smartwatch. "Daddy, there's an early dismissal today for a parent-teacher meeting. Ms. Chance has brought me to your office."

A gesture of submission my grandmother taught me, let a man who believes himself above you remain in that illusion. When my tray is empty, I first make my way past the tables to collect the already empty glasses. Snippets of conversation reach me as I glide past. Names of large companies, subtle shifts of power they are quietly planning. Small victories they share with one another, inflated into something far greater than they truly are.

Chance adjusted his shirt and turned to Zara, who was just staring at him. “Come,” he whispered softly, walking toward the house opposite them. Zara was utterly dumbstruck by how quickly he could switch from a barbarian to a gentleman. “There's no need… those people won't give us the keys…” Zara said as Chance approached the door, finding it locked. “I got t,” Chance muttered. He pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door with ease. Zara watched him silently as he walked inside. “There's no need for violence… what if they involve the police?” Zara asked, following him in. To her shock, the house was neatly put together. All the materials she and Mira had selected were right there.

He shifted from one hand to the other while I waited for him to answer. “I wanted… I wanted to see,” Chance said. “Is that all? Or were you selfish? Did you covet what isn’t yours?” I asked. “I’m always selfish when it comes to you, but no, I didn’t think about taking what isn’t mine. I just wanted to see. It’s a blessing to even be in this room with you. I wouldn’t go as far as to expect anything from you,” Chance said. Good because I have nothing to give.