Watch The Curiosity Of Chance Novels & Stories

"Doubt it, let's finish getting ready." Harken wanders into the living room and collapses onto the couch, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels before he decides to open up N*****x. Noel's account is the first one in the list, clicking it he sees her last watched show is Shameless and something compels him to put it on, wondering what is so interesting about it but in reality, he needs something to distract him from the fierce irritation he's feeling.

"Is 2:00 p.m okay with you?" "Sure." "See you tomorrow, and please drive carefully," Anthony replied, he watched her drive off before going into his apartment. Unknown to him, his mother had been watching them the whole time from her window, the window blinds had covered her so it was impossible to notice her. She had never seen her son with any woman before, though it pleased her that he was finally developing interest in the opposite sex, she still felt uneasy, the last thing she wanted for her son was to fall in love with someone who wasn't in the same social circle as them.

According to grandpa, the TV has an allure of entertainment and relaxation is palpable, promising hours of enjoyment and escape. However, just as our excitement begins to build, our focus is abruptly redirected towards a mysterious purple door, standing proudly to the left of the television. Its presence is enigmatic, evoking a sense of intrigue and wonder. Our curiosity is instantly ignited, compelling us to explore the secrets that lie beyond its threshold and unravel the mysteries that await us.

One more white trash family to leave Chance I cannot resist staying to peek through the window to see Holden find her. I know I am taking a risk but I have to be able to see his pain. His pain over losing Mayson will be nothing but pure pleasure for me.

Jamie pov The cheap digital clock on the bedside table read 5:45 PM. The light outside my window in the cramped, airless apartment was already turning blue. I paused my routine—clipping the annoying but necessary bunny ears of the purple wig into place—and knelt beside the crib. My daughter, Chloe, was stirring but still mostly asleep, her chest rising and falling in the shallow, peaceful breaths of a two-year-old. She was the reason I wore the purple wig and the pink dress, and she was the reason I had to leave her alone every evening.

I looked at Sam and saw his eyes widen as he breathed in her scent. “No way, it’s not possible.” He whispered, his eyes beginning to mist. he stared at her as if she was going to disappear on him. “It’s possible. my mate is my second chance. I went through something similar to what you went through.” Oakley told him. He glanced over at her and then at me, I nodded to confirm and then he looked over at Rebecca. She hadn’t moved from near the doorway, looking timid and unsure. “Hello.” Sam said to her.

I yell, not even sure that’s a movie, and totally ignoring the fact he raised all the fingers on one hand and an extra on the other. He frowns at me, prompting laughter from his sister. “Like you can blame her!” Paris hoots. He continues to walk bent over, before straightening and walking upright and regal, like someone in a pageant. “Miss Congeniality!” He shakes his head and then starts rocking his hands like someone putting a baby to sleep.“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button !” I yell, connecting the dots, all six words of them. Ecstatic, he jumps and pummels the air with his fist. Returning to our seat, I am well aware that even though we have done well to get three out of three so far,

His eyes can't look straigthly to his eyes. "I get it," He then stood up from the couch and wandered the small area with a couple of shelves but filled with a lot of books or CDs. His eyes get caught by the CD of one of the most popular movies. Shakespeare In Love. He furrowed in wonder, by the title of the film it looks familiar to him. "D-do you want to watch that?" Miggy asked as he stood up from the couch too. He walks closer to the lad and checks what he's looking for.