A Second Chance At Love Novels & Stories

she breathed, her eyes drifting downwards until her gaze rested on his chest. Silence and tension filled the air between them, and Jada's eyes flickered with vulnerability, her fingers trembling slightly as they grazed the fabric of his shirt. Her gaze finally lifted to meet his once more, filled with earnestness. "I know I can't undo the past, Chase," she whispered. "But now that I have been granted a second chance to live, I want a second chance to have you... I want to make things right. I want to earn your trust again if you'll let me."

If he, whom she loved so dearly could hate so much after hearing that she cheated, what about Jackson whom she knew for only 3 months? She wanted a second chance but on fair grounds. She could make amends, protecting him from the dark like he did in their past life. This was why she made the decision even though she knew that the worst case was he would tell everyone, and she would treated as monster, caged and torn apart in the royal physician’s room or worse yet classed as witch and burnt alive… but it was a risk she wanted to take. One that would guarantee her a chance to love…. a risk that was well worth it according to her books! “Is there something you were going to say?” Jackson perke

But the Christian way says we bury our dead and the werewolf way says we burn them. Here goes nothing. “To all that is holly out there, please help me get my family back together. Do not let another man take my wife from me. I don’t think I can bare it. She is all I got in this world. She and my daughter are my life. Please, don’t let another man take her from me. I know that I am not worthy of her, she is too good for me, but I love her.” Shit! I love Sara, holy mother of Selene! I am in love for the first time in my adult life. I put my hands on my head shocked by everything.

"Baby Isabella, listen up. We fell in love first before you came into the picture with your billionaire daddy's money, wanting to ruin our relationship. But since we love each other, we needed to take you out of the picture, little by little. We didn't plan for you to find out this way, but since you did... no problem. How does it feel, finding out the truth?" Isabella turned her gaze to Caleb, her eyes filled with sadness and disbelief. "Is that true? You both fell in love first?" she asked, her voice quivering with hope and desperation. Caleb hesitated for a moment, his eyes avoiding Isabella's gaze before finally meeting her pleading eyes. With a heavy sigh, he nodded. "Yes," he admitted,

I'm sorry Nick if I could not make it up to you or make you know how much I feel or love you " I don't love him anymore….. yes I sympathize with him but I don't love him anymore you have to at least understand me just be there for me let's do this together let's do what we have to do and let everything be over you don't know maybe after everything is over we can have a 2nd chance " "What do you mean by second chance, I do not want a second child then yes I just want to be with you we should be together you'll be my Luna," he says which raging in his eyes

Fortunately, she didn't notice me. She didn't have any paper in her hand to give an eulogy about Jack yet it seemed like she would speak wonderfully by how her eyes sparkled. She smoothened her skirt and and held the microphone feebly. "Jack," she started softly, taking in deep breath. "Jack was . . . erm my second love. I never thought that I would ever be able to love again after my first love uh . . . cheated on me. But Jack . . . he was a great man. He made me believe in him, he made me believe in love again."

Sienna - 5 Years Later Whoever said that a second chance at a first-time love was impossible was lying through their teeth. Whoever said that a 20% chance of falling pregnant was a pipe dream hasn’t seen my three-year-old son running through my garden on the original Dragonetti Estate.

She was his first love that remains forever. ____THE END____

she whispered, backing off his lap, her gaze dropping to his chest once more as she stepped free. Chance didn’t answer, just sat there, eyebrows drawn down, watching as she silently collected her things. At the door, Melora turned to him, seeing the man she’d fallen in love with staring back at her for the first time in a month. No bitterness. No calculating manipulation. Just her Chance. Wanting her. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said and pushed a tremulous smile to her lips.