Taking A Chance Book Novels & Stories

"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

I hiss down at him. He shrugs. “Well, take a chance. Since you’re all about taking chances tonight.” “Take a chance on what exactly?" " Take a chance at getting caught and saying that you were sleepwalking to the kitchen? That you just happened to wander out into the night for a glass of water?” Then He deadpans, “Or take a chance on breaking your neck. Which one sounds more appetizing?” I groan and roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll go out through the back door. If they catch me, I’ll pretend I went to get something from the kitchen.”

Alex sighed and snuggled against him. She was home after all. Josh is her home. As long as she lives, she would continue to be grateful for facing her fears without doing otherwise. Sometimes in life, taking risks is everything because if you fail to take risks, you are risking your life. Whether you take risks or not, it is still risky so to be on the safer side, take risks as much as you can, even though you might fail, and try again until you are there.

Change doesn’t always arrive as disruption. Sometimes, it arrives as redirection. That’s what makes it dangerous—not because it threatens what you’ve built, but because it tests whether what you’ve built can bend without breaking. This chapter opens with movement. Not emotional upheaval. Not conflict. Just life shifting—subtly, steadily, and without asking permission. An opportunity presents itself. Not dramatic. Not impossible to refuse. But meaningful enough that ignoring it would feel like denial rather than choice.

Since I can't decide using logic, I should use my emotions when it comes to this. And I will take that risk! Why would I waste an opportunity like this for just safety precaution? Meh, I've been living my whole in my safe zone, now that I died, why would I hold myself to embrace danger? As for my wish, I will decide once I know what wish is safe, and best to ask once I win this game! This game, you better let me have fun while I'm at! _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ END OF CHAPTER ONE

Kara shrugged. “And what if he says something else?” Chance asked. “Then make your boundaries clear.” Kara declared. “Besides, last I knew him he was a genuinely nice guy so… I don’t think he will do anything shady.” “I don’t think that either. And even if he did, I can take him.” Chance gloated. “I mean look at me, I am strong as hell.” Chance shrugged. “I just don’t wanna hurt him again. I was really bummed when I saw the look on his face when I rejected him last time.” Chance sighed. “I hate turning down people.”

Waiting… And all the thoughts she’d so effectively ignored were bombarding her at once. Thoughts like spending the night together had been reckless. Completely careless. And might have irrevocably changed his feelings for her. Jeopardized their friendship by putting her at the same level with some random girl he’d picked up at a club. Her anxiety rose with each step she descended until she swung open the security door, and saw Chance. He was there, big and broad, dressed casually in weathered jeans, a white shirt, and a sweater that was resting comfortably on his large shoulders.

“Yeah? Tell me.” The words felt strange in my mouth, unfamiliar and heavy. “I want to take a risk,” I said slowly. “Not in the company. Not in the deals or the numbers. But somewhere else. Somewhere just for me.” Alexander’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes. “What kind of risk?”

“Anything can happen. The fact that a drunk driver could just swerve out of their lane and kill you on the spot doesn’t stop you from going out every morning, does it?” Lucia frowned but looked away. “You know it’s not the same thing.” “Maybe it’s not but my point still stands. I’m willing to take the risk. I’ve never felt this way toward anyone and I’m not going to let the opportunity to be happy slip up just because there’s a chance I might get hurt.”

He sets his glass down deliberately, folding his hands on the pristine white tablecloth as he leans in once more, voice dropped to a husky murmur. “Chances can be exhilarating...but also risky. One must tread carefully lest they burn bridges or strain relationships beyond repair. Especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Or so I've learned in my years.” meets Damon's intense gaze unflinchingly, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, I'm well acquainted with risk, Damon. After all, fortune favors the bold, doesn't she?” unconsciously licks his lower lip, drawing Damon's gaze briefly. “Besides, the greatest regrets in life often stem from the chances not taken. Imagine