Novel & Cerita Watch The Curiosity Of Chance

* xander said in his head. "Common common, that's okay. Who's in for some video games." Xander said changing the topic. "Yes, let's play." Steven said and they nodded before they they start. << Lilith's room>> "Girls excuse me, need to peep outside." Clyde said. " Be careful and come back soon." Lilith said. " Sure." Clyde said before going out. Clyde went outside the room to the pool side outside the resort. he was busy admiring the moon and the surroundings when someone interrupted.

Interested. And that? That felt far more dangerous. Because curiosity observes. Interest acts. Kai’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. And without looking at him, I knew. Whatever this was, it wasn’t just watching anymore. It was deciding.

The surface rippled outward, distorting the gold glow into wavering rings, like a signal sent through an unseen medium. A grey-skinned demon. Cael, he thought. Watching what’s mine. He should kill him. He will kill him. The thought came sharp, instinctive, familiar. But something else threaded through it now, irritating and persistent—curiosity. Calculation. The sense that the board had changed, and one did not sweep pieces off a board that had only just become interesting. Especially not when prophecy loved to hide its turning points inside small, quiet interruptions. Not yet, he decided.

My name is Joseph Chapman. I met one of my best friends, Lance Ellis, in college. When the holidays came around, he invited me over to his place. Lance lived with his mom. It was just the two of them in a big house. The moment I stepped inside, I noticed a pair of women's high heels sitting neatly on the shoe rack. Inside one of the heels was a pair of worn stockings. They looked… weirdly tempting. While Lance was not paying attention, I quietly reached out, picked up the stockings, and brought them to my nose. I breathed in.

“Inside my hands are gifts for you. One hand contains one gift while the other has two. Are you lucky enough to choose the correct one?” I stare at her fists. There is no tell-tale bump of one containing something extra. They look perfectly the same to me. I glance at her and she grins. “Tick…tock… time is running out. Choose now or lose your chance.” A perfect game of chance. I will have to rely on pure luck to win this one. But has my fortune turned? Or am I still as unlucky as ever? In any case…one hand still contains a gift so it’s not like I’m going to lose completely.

“I don’t know why he can’t understand that we don’t want to see or hear all of that. Shoot. The last two weekends at the bar were enough for me. I can go for another year without having to see any of that.” Chance shrugs his shoulders. “I find it cute. I just wish that I could be that much in love with someone one of these days.” I shake my head. “All I see are two horny bunny rabbits that can’t keep their hands off of each other. Ugh. Can’t they show some mercy to others?”

Some actions have consequences far beyond what one deserves. **Man:** (teary-eyed) Just tell me why. Why go to such lengths? **Lady:** (leaning in closer, her voice a whisper) Curiosity killed the cat, they say. But in this case, curiosity brought the cat right to me. **Man:** (voice barely audible) What are you going to do? **Lady:** (smiling cryptically) I suppose you'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, enjoy the view. You're in a place few have ever seen.

"Do you want to make enemies with all of them right here and now?" I wait to see how Chance is going to respond, and though I shouldn’t hope, I want him to still deny her. Maybe this was my selfishness, but I found myself wanting to have faith in the man who claims he is my mate. Now, everyone is watching, trying to make sense of what is going on. I can feel both amusement and curiosity drifting from them as their eyes stay fixed on the three of us. "I don’t care." Chance smirks, causing a collective gasp to sound around us. "This would have to be brought to light eventually anyway."

More suffocating. Everywhere Chance looked, false claims and secret agendas lurked beneath the guise of enticement, and he found himself backing away rather than closing in. And then Chance saw her… The sweet breeze from his not so forgotten past, the reason for his presence amongst people he couldn’t care less about.

I said politely. "Don't be a stranger. Don't you know who I am?" I never expected him to ask me about it so straightforwardly. Instantly, my breathing quickened. Before I could even answer him, he uttered a confirmation, "So you do remember." "I-I don't understand what you're going on about." "Liar." Frederick lowered his voice and continued, "Didn't Megan tell you what I used to do for work? I'm an expert at reading people's emotions just by listening to their breathing."