The Chance Novels & Stories

They had one of the most well-known ICT companies in the United States and they were going very well on the European market, thanks to Richard's brilliant ideas. “Marie, at some point I will do it, I promise you. But, my love, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it. Having me at home all day might be a lot to take in after a few days," Chris said as he approached his wife and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Not a chance! I'd love to spend more time with you, maybe going away somewhere, while we still have the strength to do it,” Marie added and put her head on Christopher's shoulder.

At the threshold, Damien finally understood. His eyes widened in realization. “It was you! Only you could have found the evidence at home and reported me. Why… Why did you do this?” “This is your retribution, Damien,” I said softly. Both were taken away, and the banquet hall gradually emptied. Relatives offered their farewells, casting wistful glances at the child in my arms. “Men are unreliable. Life still goes on. This child looks clever; he will surely achieve something in the future.”

To Chance, quite literally sticking his head back into her life after walking out of it all those years ago. “Last call, princess, or I blow the horn. Lots of hopefuls out there tonight waiting for a shot.”

Hopefully with more people here, they will refrain from anything like that, but I guess we will have to wait and see. Chance sighs. “But you two are in love. That makes a difference.” I mentally shake my head. This is why Chance needs to get laid. He has some strange idea that sex is like some ultimate connection between people. However, I beg to differ. It is just sex. Yes, it does make you feel good, but nothing more. Just to make sure that it stays as being just sex, I never hook-up with the same girl twice.

I missed her so much. I checked the clock on the wall right in front of me. It was nearly the time I was born. The time which was supposed to be full of happiness was filled with loneliness, just me and my son in our quiet house. " Mummy is uncle Ken coming to your birthday?" He asked. " Definitely he will " I answered feeling so disappointed Finally, the minute hand pointed to the time. Immediately my phone rang . I knew it must be Ken calling or maybe Salim my friend. I ran excitedly and grabbed my phone quickly only to discover that the caller was Sandra , Michael's Nanny.

Every flicker of magic logged. And with them stood Chance. Or rather didn’t. Chance existed in a way that defied even Dawlya perception. No ripple, no displacement, no Veil-echo marked his presence. He was a ghost who had learned how to step between rules rather than bend them. Even Puc couldn’t see him unless Chance allowed it. “Security grid is holding,” Puc murmured through the silent channel they shared. “No hostile bindings detected so far.” Chance’s voice came back dry and amused. They wouldn’t try it before she arrives. Not yet.

48 Alex The phone in my hand felt like a block of lead, its faint glow casting an eerie light across the darkened room. My thumb hovered over the screen, trembling as I stared at the message for the third—no, fourth—time, hoping that somehow the words would change or that I’d wake up from this nightmare. "Luckily for you, that imbecile Liam took the bullet. You should’ve been dead by now. You’re lucky, but your luck won’t save you forever. I’ll strike again, and next time, nobody will help you. You’ll die, Alex."

If you really cared about me, how could you use up all the 99 chances? I lifted my chin, trying hard to control my anger. He froze as if struck by lightning, suddenly remembering the promise we had made. - "Mr. Blanton, how can I ever repay you?" "You don't owe me anything. Just think of me as a caring big brother." "Are you… a pedophile?" "Cough, cough… No. How about this? In return for raising you, you have to fulfill 99 requests for me. Or once I abandon you 99 times, the debt is gone."

Life was beginning to look up, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. One evening, after a long day at work, Lily received an unexpected invitation to a charity event from her boss. It was a black-tie affair, and she hesitated, unsure if she should attend. But after some gentle persuasion from her new friends, she decided to go. It would be a chance to network and maybe even have some fun. As she entered the opulent ballroom, she felt out of place. The room was filled with elegantly dressed men and women, sipping champagne and engaging in animated conversations. She hesitated, wondering if she should turn back when a tall, handsome man caught her eye.

Damian had one hand holding Skyler's, and the other holding mine. "Mommy, I want to ride the Ferris wheel. Can you and Mr. Jensen take me?" he asked. A Ferris wheel? I hesitated and glanced at Skyler, noticing he was already looking at me. Our eyes met, and he smiled. "I've heard that making a wish at the top of the Ferris wheel can make it come true," he said. "Bell, shall we give it a try?" I nodded, showing my agreement. I asked Skyler what he wished for, but he only smiled and wouldn't say a word.