Taking Chances Novels & Stories

Controlled and Dangerous. She smoothed her blouse once more, her reflection smiling back at her. “Let’s see how strong Avery Sinclair really is,” she murmured. And somewhere deep down, excitement stirred, not just for victory, but for the chaos that would follow.

I mumbled against his chest, inhaling his strong cologne mixed with his musky scent which made me lick my lips involuntarily. Fuck, did he always smell this good? “Never. I’m not brave like you to take a chance even if it means to get hurt. I’m a coward, Hazel.” “What do you mean?” “The girl I like, I could have told her that I liked her but I was afraid that she wouldn’t feel the same way and now it’s just too late.”

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.

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

She took a deep breath and said: "I'm not afraid of anyone." She paused. “Very well. If you want to risk your relationship with Shawn, then I will accept your friendly invitation. I will do it only if my father gives me his permission to go out again.” “Your father will say yes, trust me.” The car stopped in front of the ranch. Isabelle turned to Billy and looked at him slightly worried. “Billy, I wanted to ask you again not to say a word to anyone about my father's health issues. You know, your parents are fantastic, but I would be too ashamed if they found out about what's going on...”

I didn’t turn around. “I don’t want to lose you.” “Then why do I feel like I’m the only one taking risks?” He stood, walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Because I’ve spent my whole life avoiding risks. Playing it safe. But you— Mia, you make me reckless.” I turned to face him. “Then be reckless for once, for me." His eyes searched mine. “You want me to call it off tonight?” “Yes.” “And what if everything crashes? What if I lose the deal, the company—”

“To feel like you’re constantly chasing after someone who doesn’t even know if they want to be caught? One minute, you’re looking at me like I’m the only person in the world, and the next, you’re pushing me away like I’m some kind of mistake. I can’t keep doing this with you.” Alex ran a hand through his hair, his usually perfect composure cracking. “You think this is easy for me?” he shot back. “Do you have any idea what I’m risking just by being here with you right now? My career, my reputation, my family—everything I’ve worked for could go up in flames because of one goddamn mistake.” I flinched at the word, the sharp edge of it cutting deep. “A mistake,” I repeated, my voice hollow. “Tha

Jake finished cutting his steak, lifted a piece to his mouth, chewing slowly, completely detached from the verbal warfare beside him. His eyelashes were long, casting delicate shadows on his cheeks. I couldn't understand the bitterness rising in my chest, until I felt something brush against my calf. The fabric of Jake's dress pants was deliberately trailing along my bare skin. I looked up at him in shock, but he continued eating his steak as if nothing was happening. Yet under the table, his leg was getting bolder by the second. A tingling sensation crept up from my calf. My formal dress had a slit - a design he was increasingly taking advantage of.

The heart was a fragile thing, easily broken and difficult to repair. Trusting someone else not to break yours and holding their fragile organ in your hands seemed like a pretty fucking big risk to me. Which was why, at a young age when I watched my parents break each other’s hearts and neither of them ever really getting theirs repaired, I built Fort Knox-style walls around my own and never let anyone near it. I was fine with taking risks. I loved it even. I lived for taking the chance and celebrating my success after, or figuring out why I failed that time and working tirelessly to make sure I would succeed the next time.

I need to stop hesitating and start taking necessary but cautious actions. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I stand at the precipice of this dangerous decision, which has the potential to shatter my world, unleashing a cascade of consequences that will test my resolve and challenge the very core of my being. Even so, I’m ready to take a step forward, willingly plunging into the abyss of the unknown, ready to face the consequences of my audacious and probably best choice.