A Chance At Last Novels & Stories

"Right? We give him his best chance? Even if it's scary?" "Yes. We operate. We, we give him every possible chance. That's, that's what we decided when we named him. Chance. We give him his chance. His opportunity. His, his possibility. Even if the possibility is uncertain. Even if, even if we might lose him. We try anyway."

She was looking forward to the freedom. The beautiful little princess of the Stanton family waved at the others. Clayton and Nicole were planning to send Chatty to France with Clyde. The family of four had just entered the boarding gate when they heard a clear and anxious voice. “Chatty!” Chatty turned her head and saw Chance running over in a panic. He looked miserable, and his face was a little pale. His eyes were calm from his suppressed emotions. “Are you really leaving?” Chatty nodded, smiled, and said, “Chance, thank you for taking care of me all this time. Oh, have you read my breakup letter?”

But maybe tomorrow will. Maybe seeing her face to face. Maybe getting down on my knees and begging. Maybe showing her I've changed. Maybe— I'm grasping at straws. I know that. But straws are all I have left. So I'm holding on. Tomorrow. Hotel Carlyle. 8 PM. My last chance. I'm not going to waste it.

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.”

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?

It was a second chance! Tbc…

She finished. “Let’s hope it’s the first, this could be the lucky break I’m looking for.” “Don’t celebrate yet. I said it’s a rumor and invite only. The chances of getting picked are slim. I’ll keep searching for others but fingers crossed, this is going to be it. * * *

Unexpectedly, Rebecca had the audacity to show up at my doorstep, shamelessly wailing outside the Hale Group's building. "I was blind before! I couldn't see the scheme those two snakes were running. Tyler, I've thought about it for the past five years, and I've learned so much! People shouldn't trample on others' sincerity. I've made up my mind—I will be completely devoted to you. Tyler, forgive me for the mistakes I made unknowingly! Please give us another chance. I know now that everything you did was to make me realize the truth. I'm wide awake now. I really know I was wrong, and from now on, I'll love you with all my heart!"

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“I’m going to die again.” “Yes, Host. This is your last chance, but since all your wishes except the first were made for others, you are granted a special permission—this final wish has no restrictions. The last wish would definitely come true, but you yourself would not be able to revive again.” The System hesitated for a long time before speaking. “Host, I suggest you consider wishing to go to another world and start a new life, or perhaps—” It rambled on, truly caring about me.