Taking A Chance Book Novels & Stories

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—”

Nothing good ever happens to me. I take some deep breaths and I put my shoes on. I opened the door and the scent hits me again. I give a couple of steps and I stop in front of her door taking in her smell. I shake my head telling myself this can’t happen and I walk downstairs towards outside. There’s a big tent in the back garden of the house and I can hear people talking. The noise is defining. The pack was sent to only had the elders unmarked. I never got to mark Emily. A year appears on the corner of my eye and I shake all those thoughts away from my head as I walk inside the tent.

“The gap between the two is minuscule, sweetheart.” “But it’s there,” I said. “There’s a chance.” With a body rigid like a stone gargoyle, he stared. I didn’t take my chance with Theo when I should have. I bet on the wrong horse and lost my life savings at the track. I wouldn’t make that mistake again. I wouldn’t date normal guys and wish they were Theo. I wouldn’t force my heart on someone unworthy, when there was only one man who had earned it. “And any chance with you is worth taking—no matter how minuscule it is.”

"Hey, don't be a stranger. There's no need to feel bad about it. He's just staying at home with nothing to do all day anyway." At first, I thought Megan was just kidding. However, much to my surprise, she actually came over in the afternoon with a tall man tagging along with her. I ran a women's lingerie boutique in the city. I had been running the business for years. Business had been relatively good. I never bothered to hire any staff and just handled every single aspect of running the boutique by myself. Sometimes, when things got really busy, Megan would come over and lend me a hand. I was right in the middle of taking inventory in the afternoon when I heard an argument going on outside.

“But we can choose where the next fight happens.” Another shout echoes. Closer. “They’re sweeping back!” someone yells. Time is gone. I look at Josh. Then at the alley behind him. Then at the path ahead. Every option is a risk. Every choice has a cost. My hand presses lightly against my stomach again. Not fear. Not hesitation. Clarity. “I’m not running forever,” I say. “I know.” “I’m not hiding.” “I know.” “And I’m not letting you decide for me again.” Something shifts in his expression.

My grandmother patted my shoulder, soothing me. "Nightmares always end." I nodded. Not everyone gets a second chance at life. But everyone has the chance to wake up from a nightmare. If you ever feel trapped in one, you must wake up and save yourself—no matter how many times it takes.

she stated. At that moment Sam and Emily jumped up at the same time. Sam just wanted to go to bed and only wanted to leave. They tripped over each other and fell backwards. Sam's reflexes were fast as he quickly grabbed Kelly and pulled her above him as they fell to protect her. Thud!!!

She takes a plate the big man hands her It’s loaded with a pile of salt. Melina pushes her butt backward, trying to move the chair to get away. She looks behind her then to Kimberly to see if she’s getting any further away. Hope flutters in her heart as she sees the table is a little further away than before but her chair suddenly stops moving. She turns to see the big man holding her chair in place as Kimberly approaches. "Kimberly, please, please, I beg you. Don't do this."

Otherwise, the baby wouldn't have died. What a perfect reversal of blame. I didn't argue anymore. I only exhaled and asked her with utter seriousness, word by word, "Are you sure you want to use one chance?" Vivian scoffed, utterly dismissive. "Since we made the bet, both of us should be able to play by the rules. Don't tell me you're backing out." I pulled my lips into a bitter smile, walked over to Caleb, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Quinn. I shouldn't have hired people to hurt you."

Time for the meeting Seth and I are as prepared as we can be. There are no fancy presentation slides or numbers to dazzle them with. We come to them to plead the case, not only for our business but for our town as well. The survival of Chance depended on it. The town needed the revenue from the businesses that have already signed leases on the building. If this project failed, then all of the money received will have to be refunded. The jobs that were sorely needed will disappear. The board members need to look past the things that have happened since the start of this project. Some days I feel like we are cursed with all of the bad things that have happened. We need the board to give us ano