Novel & Cerita 2nd Chance Romance

“I, Josiah, ask you, Agatha Bell, to become my Luna… and my second chance mate.” Inside, I was laughing. Mia might still be alive, but she had already lost. Soon, I would be Luna, and when we found her, I would make sure she didn’t just die… she would wish she had never been born.

He tightened the grip, bringing Samarah back to reality. She smiled and nodded her head. "I'm really okay. You've been asking that question for the tenth time already." "It's already the eleventh time," He corrected, making her chuckle. Owen and Zack, who also heard this, chuckled. "Damn bro, did love make you foolish?" Ash chuckled. "You should find a mate, and you will know how beautiful it is to love and to be loved." Samarah nodded her head and agreed. "That's right. Today is your chance to find your missing piece! There will be a masquerade dance as a chance to find your soulmate. It only applies to those singles who want to mingle."

Vittorio’s gaze deepened with a dark, twisted intensity. "Of course." With that, he suddenly reached out and switched off the lights. Bathed in the pale moonlight, he pinned her beneath him, unleashing a frenzy of violent, desperate passion! When they were on business trips, they had come dangerously close to crossing the line. But he had managed to hit the brakes every time. He had repeatedly told himself that he wasn't betraying Isabella. Even though they lived under the same roof, Isabella had stubbornly insisted on saving their first time for their wedding night. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so easily tempted by Elara.

I walked into the bar and headed straight for the room that was furthest in the back. I pushed the door open and saw Ryan, who was in his wheelchair. He had his back to me as he asked, "Why didn't you choose Seth?" I did not even pause to think and just bent down to kiss him on the lips. "Don't you want to marry me?" His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and after a moment, he said in a low voice, "I do."

If they knew, they would only push me into attending another second-chance evening. I had once made the mistake of going. The set-up resembled human speed dating: women seated at tables while men moved from one to the next. The difference was that we wolves spent those five minutes holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, searching for a connection. Once past the age of thirty, the mate bond is no longer overwhelming, though faint traces of it can still be found. No one truly knows what those ‘hints’ are, as they manifest differently for everyone. That evening had been the longest and most uncomfortable of my life.

“You were a little drunk when we left the bar. Are you sure you want to do this?” “I was a little drunk then,” she says, holding tightly to my shoulders. “But I’m not now. And yes, Jon, I want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this pretty much since the moment I saw you.” Her brazen confession turns me on even more. I kiss her again and forget we’re on an angled roof. Elizabeth pushes up with the intention of moving into my lap but slips and begins to fall. I grab her around the waist, pulling her against me.

​My name is Jamie, and I’m a single mother. That’s my title now, but it doesn't tell the whole truth. The whole truth is messy, and it starts with me, blinded by a selfish passion. I was with Larry, a man who was good, steady, and kind. He was my rock, but I was restless. When the baby’s father came along—he was fire, he was chaos—I burned my whole life down just to be near him . ​I cheated on Larry and became pregnant. I left him—the good man—for the baby’s father, convinced our reckless love was worth the wreckage. It wasn't. The moment the baby arrived, the father vanished, leaving me alone with the consequences and the crushing reality of what I’d done.

He answered,a confused look on his face. ******"""The end******** A big thanks to all of my readers who have accompanied me through the journey of second chances. Check out my next book: The lycan king's hated Mate. Thanks 🥰 Red Butterfly

Our connection is deeper than words can express, a silent understanding that transcends the challenges that lie ahead. Princess Golder reaches out and traces her fingers along the lines of my face, her touch both gentle and electric. “We are bound by more than duty,” she whispers, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken desires. “Our hearts are entwined.” I lean in closer, our breaths mingling in the space between us. The world around us fades into insignificance as our lips meet, a tender and passionate kiss that ignites a fire within. In this stolen moment, we explore the depths of our love, an affirmation of the connection that fuels our resolve.

In the past, for Brandon's sake, I had lowered myself to no end. Just before I hung up, I heard the sound of glass shattering on his end. "It's all my fault… I'm the one who lost you…" However, I did not dwell on that call. From the moment I was reborn, there was never going to be anything between us again. In fact, I had something far more important to worry about. The wedding. Three months later, across two lifetimes, I was getting married for the very first time.