A Chance At Last Novels & Stories

I got a second chance, mate, and a second chance at love. It was finally complete and perfect. Whole. Complete. Finally, fully, ours. **THE END OF BOOK 4: A SECOND CHANCE**

"Every gift you ever gave us came in two. Except the cake. Why am I always last?" The room went quiet. He frowned. "This is how it's always been. What's wrong with you today?" My mother shot me a look. "She's older. She's better. That's the order. If you were half as good as her, you'd go first." I had nothing left to say. Grace made her wish. The family sang around her. When it was my turn, the candles had almost burned out. Dante shrugged. "No more candles. Wishes don't mean anything anyway. You can make one next year, Eleanor."

Who would have thought that the happiness I was chasing all my life could be found in the very person I least expected to love? The End

A hope restored and renewed. Trust, the same fate.

It was just us against the world. THE END!

First Victim: Analise Nesperato, 18 years old. He has curly red hair and green eyes. On probation period for three weeks. The last known associates are the following: Lestine, and Magda. Last seen, walking alone back to the barracks around ten in the evening after having drinks with Delta Selene and Delta Vicky. By eleven roll calls, she never showed up. She was found two days later beside a ravine naked, sliced open from her neck to her privates. All her internal organs are complete and intact.

But when I opened the doors, the sight punched the air from my lungs. The closet was empty. No clothes. No scarves. No shoes. Nothing. She hadn’t left anything behind. This time, she was really gone. I sank to the floor, her last words echoing in my skull—she had said this was her last chance. And she hadn’t been joking. “Leah…” My voice cracked. “Leah, can’t you come back? Can’t you give me one more chance? I’ll change. I’ll take good care of you. I’ll take our pup…”

Celine snapped. “I'm sorry. You can go ahead. Be safe out there,” he waved as he pulled the gates open, allowing us to walk through, setting our back towards Mystic Falls. I slowly turned towards the gate, reminiscing on the life I lived behind the walls. “We could still go back. It's not too late to give up,” Celine said. “There's no giving up. I got Grandma's blessings. I don't want to make all this go to waste,” I replied.