Another Chance Book Novels & Stories

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

with not only Eloise but Jason now, too. She had gotten so totally sidetracked by Charles' visit that she had forgotten about Eloise. She had to get over to her house right away and lay it all on the line. Cassandra grabbed her purse and keys and hopped into her car. She was going to put on her big girl pants and face her problems. And she was going to start with Eloise. Twenty minutes later (•) After pulling into Eloise's driveway, Cassandra was horrified when she saw Nicholas's truck there. Oh no, she thought, what in the hell is he doing here? Unpleasant thoughts clouded her mind with the worst possible scenario; Nicholas had come over to confront Eloise about being pregnant with his chi

Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire. These I picked upon careful selection, in one way or the other, I fancy these books because it has something to do with me. The first two from the blurb are themed on sexy obsession and the third is all bothered on a second chance. The hero is a billionaire who offended the heroine and both broke up, they later met unexpectedly, and what will happen between them? The interesting blurb actually prompts me to pick them up. "Can I take the three of these, I want to read them. They seem interesting."

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**

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

he said, his dark eyes locking into mine, then he took his leave. We continued our delivery but something about the man from earlier gave me goosebumps. I had never seen him before but he looked quite strange_ the kind of strange one needed to be wary about. Nonetheless, I shook my head, driving all thoughts of the strange man to the back of my mind. …. …. …… ….. …… ….. I changed into my pajamas as I took a book from the shelf. It was an ancient book that contained some of the customs and traditions of Fiato kingdom.

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!"

“That is not how it should be.” Maeve interrupts me with a small motion of her hand, her fingers still loosely wrapped around mine. “Not every connection begins where you expect it to,” she says. “Some touch long before they are recognised.” I frown. “I am not even close to having contact with my true partner.” She merely smiles, as if my words do nothing to change what she sees. “Contact is not always touch,” she says. “And recognition is sometimes delayed. By fear, by poor timing, and even by other partners.”

Though on instinct only, I really wish that he was fine. We tottered to a nice, warm place. The room had a table with white tablecloths on top of it, a few stools, a bunch of bookshelves, a trunk, and a cauldron. "Am...how did you know of the attack?" I looked at Chance again. "I just...I felt it," "How?" "Nature? Perhaps... I can hear the wind calling to my ears," He seemed to be expecting a different answer, but he appreciated my honesty nonetheless. Chance grinned at me, as if ready to continue the conversation, but our interaction was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of another person.

Jamie added. "Are you guys done with your goodbye? It's time to depart..." Franz uttered. After the wedding, Franz booked a flight to San Francisco, CA. And yes! Lucho needed to meet his family there... Her sisters Claire and Frianna. And even his grandma. Now they can say that the CHANCE they have was the best thing that served in reconciliations. And both of them chose to love and be loved. Nothing is permanent in this world, but one thing is for sure purest intention will always win... THE END