Taking Chances Novels & Stories

What happens next? I glanced at him and saw him studying me with a hopeful look in his eyes. If I say yes, then I’d be giving him a chance to make this something more than just a one-time meeting between two people. I do not doubt that he’d come and find me. Constantly asking me to give him a chance and show me that he’s more than what he looks like. That would be hard. We don’t even run in the same social circles. In food terms, I’m a dollar menu McDonald's burger and he’s a filet mignon from a five-star restaurant.

I suddenly found this entire situation rather absurd. I no longer need the money, Kim. Not now, not ever. I picked up the divorce papers that Kim rejected, subconsciously rubbing my fingers together on the title. I heard their conversation coming from the bedroom mixed with laughter. "Kim, what happens if you have a son? I want a daughter." "Then, we'll have more babies. I'll make sure you'll be satisfied." I smiled self-deprecatingly. So, this was the accident that she claimed to have happened?

He pushed off the wall and took a single step toward me, and in the small, confined space, it felt like an invasion. “I didn’t ask you out here to praise you,” he said, his eyes finally locking on mine. “I asked you out here because you need a warning, and I’m the only one here who knows your pattern.” My defenses immediately went up. "My pattern? I’m a professional, Larry. I’ve changed.” “I know you’ve changed. I saw the 45^\circ bow. That’s why I’m worried,” he countered, his voice dropping to a low, intense murmur. “You take a high-pressure situation and you master it. You take an impossible task and you conquer it. That feeling—the rush of accomplishment, the sudden confidence—that is da

Just alive. The work hasn’t become reckless. But it’s no longer hiding behind caution. We’re learning how to choose risk deliberately. Not to prove something. But to keep becoming something. And that feels like the right kind of danger.

"It just feels like there's too much at stake here." "I get that," I said, my voice had become vibrant again knowing that I was beginning to make some progress. "I'm not asking you to take a leap of faith here, I'm asking you to let me prove myself, to let me show you that I can handle this." "And what if something happens?" Adrian asked, his voice hard. "I know the part I'm about to take is risky," my eyes were filled with determination as I spoke. "But I also know that I can't live my life in a bubble, I need to take chances, I need to live my life fully, even if it means taking risks."

He was the only person in the room whose inner voice I couldn’t hear. “Here’s to us,” Caspian said, raising his glass, his voice low and deep. I clinked my glass against his, and in that moment, I made my decision. In this life, I would seize money and power for myself, never depending on anyone again.

"It's about having the courage to take risks, to push beyond our comfort zones, and to believe in our ability to navigate whatever comes our way." As they savored their breakfast, their conversation unfolded like a tapestry of possibilities. They discussed the importance of staying open-minded and adaptable, of being willing to pivot and adjust their course as needed. They shared stories of times when they had ventured into the unknown and how those experiences had shaped them. Andrea recounted a time when she had taken a leap of faith and pursued her passion for photography. "It was scary to leave the security of my previous job," she admitted. "But stepping into the unknown allowed me to d

"If the forgiveness coupons are ever used up, I'll take our daughter and leave you forever." Alexander's mouth cracked into a smile that looked worse than crying. Looking at the three things in front of him that were practically killing him, he muttered to himself, "Is this God's punishment for me?" "Isabella, Kimmy, wait for me. Let me come with you..." … (Isabella's point of view) After settling in Vancall with Kimmy for a month, I still felt shaken whenever I saw planes occasionally flying across the sky. That day must have been the closest Kimmy and I had ever come to death in our lives.

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.

Acheron's words are tempting, or that's what the man is good at. "What if it fails? That Nevil doesn't really care?" Acheron shrugged his shoulders. "You'll never know unless you try Sera; it's a matter of choices. It's about taking a risk. It's about betting everything you have on a possibility. You won't win big if you don't bet big." It seems as though, Acheron disrupted her thoughts at that moment. It's like his words are enticing, drawing her to the depths until she can't think of anything. Her mind went blank; she could no longer have any objections or justifications.