Taking A Chance Book Novels & Stories

Mary began, gulping, and pushing the blankets up around the little boy, sitting closer to brush his hair with her hands, and hopefully anchor him to her words. To hopefully make him understand. "You can actively take one definitve action, like trying to throw yourself off that cliff, or you can simply do dangerous things, vaguely hoping that you'll just conveniently pass on. You can just go and take risks, happy and willing to suffer whatever consequences from that risk, like going for a walk on a muddy cliff in the rain, without a safety net. Or you can just simply stop doing what you need to do to stay alive, like stopping eating, or not seeking shelter, just deciding that, even when you h

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Just nodded. Like he understood exactly how rare that kind of answer was in my world. Where risk aversion was the golden rule, and playing it safe was the path to guaranteed, if slow, success. This wasn’t playing it safe. This was diving headfirst into the unknown, betting it all on a hunch, a feeling, a shared understanding of what others were too blind, or too scared, to see. "Meeting adjourned," I said, standing and fixing my coat. The fabric shifted, a subtle rustle in the meticulously soundproofed room.

If I was entering into his world, I had to be smart and careful ‎I pulled out the green book opening the first page. Heath’s world had only two things predator and prey, and I refuse to be prey. This was my safety net, if it all went down. This would guarantee, I got in with insider information, before the walls come crumbling down. I opened the book and scribbled impulsively ‎Step one: Make him fall for you. ‎I crossed it out and stared at the book for a long time. No. that was too risky. But it would be worth it— if at the end you're safe, I thought.

Now that I had experienced his touch, his mouth on my skin and seen him, no other man compared. I went as far as browsing Match.com. Yeah, you won’t find Mr. Chance Macklemore's replacement there. As anxious as Chance made me feel, I started to wonder if it was of my own doing. I had always been a good girl. Good woman. Whatever I was these days. I had never done anything reckless. I didn’t have a rebellious stage in high school. Nor college. I was always responsible, put together. For Christ’s sake, I never even had a one-night stand. I actively avoided taking risks in my life. I grew up under the conservative teaching to keep my legs closed and avoid anything resembling inappropriate.

he asked, pointing to it as she pulled it out. "It's the fortune, thus the name 'fortune cookie'." She watched as he copied her, breaking the cookie open and then removing the white piece of paper. He set it down for a moment, wanting to eat the cookie first. However, before he could read his fortune himself, Jaida had snatched it up. "Hey," he began to protest, but she just smiled. "Here, I'll read it for you," she told him, looking over the fortune. "Okay, it says 'try not to be too jealous when your best friend suddenly becomes popular…in bed'." Arius nearly choked on the remainder of his cookie.

But when I click open the email, a rejection letter it is not. Dear Ahana Congratulations. You have been selected for our prestigious Bankit Scholarship Program… I don’t even finish reading it as I let out a loud yelp, goose bumps forming all over my body. I shoot to my feet and squeal, not caring about the several curious glances thrown my way in the open plan office. Finally, London and Aput here I come.

Either way, it was killing him to know if Kristoff still had feelings for him, but it would kill him even more if he showed up and Kristoff had truly moved on with Malcom. Chance made up his mind, deciding that he will go, and no matter the outcome, he'll accept it. Even if that means he chose Malcom over him. Chance didn't know the first step to take, how to go about reaching Kristoff. He didn't even know if he was still at his parents, he could be in New York for all he knows. Feeling defeated, Chance placed his head in his hands. "Take the risk or go mad, take the risk or go mad." Chance chanted to himself, then gave a bitter laugh.

But all I could focus on was the risk—the risk of failure, the possibility that we might be stepping into something we couldn’t control. “Serena,” he said, his voice firm but patient, as though trying to convince me of something that he already knew in his heart. “This is the opportunity we’ve been waiting for. We can’t let fear hold us back. If we want to keep growing, to keep moving forward, we need to take chances. We can’t play it safe forever.”

At the man who was offering me something I had never had before—a chance. A dangerous, reckless, impossible chance. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if I was afraid. Or if I was finally free.