Best Second Chance Romance Novels & Stories

He felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, knowing that this incredible woman was his, and he was hers. As they lay there, entwined, they knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey. A journey filled with love, laughter, and countless memories waiting to be made. Their second chance at love had given them a deeper appreciation for each other and a stronger bond than ever before. They had been given a gift, and they were determined to cherish it every single day.

My skin prickles at the information he gives me and I feel an undying need to read the book. “The second chance mate bond…” I say, trying to act surprised. “Most people believe it to be a rumor.” Artemis laughs and shakes his head. “They happen, but rarely. It’s how the bond is acknowledged which makes it hard to come across your second chance mate. There is no touch and feel sparks, no scenting them when you find them. The bond allows you to fall in love first. Once both people admit they love each other, there is room for the bond to show itself IF they are second chance mates. My grandparents were second chance mates.”

Not that it was any better before but I would trade my present life to get the former back. Two years ago, while celebrating the full moon. I met my mate the Alpha. Trust me nothing could have prepared me for that day. I had always wanted to be mated with someone who would love and care for me but I guess that was not my fate. I was intoxicated by a smell while having a drink at one corner of the hall. I was very happy to find my mate, so I followed the fresh sandalwood scent. I found him at the center of the hall. I guess he was looking for me too because he kept looking around.

Sebestian was lucky since the day he met Ash, from when they were friends and after having another type of relationship, he has always managed to convince him easily. This time, instead of getting a negative response or silly excuses, the only thing Sebestian received from her ex-husband was a sigh of surrender.

My tone was dry and all I wanted right now was water or at least something to quench the thirst. A face appeared above mine. "Emery," he said my name like he was trying to get my full attention. "This is your choice." His eyes which were gold, glittered at me like stars from a night sky. "To have a second shot at life only in a different point of view." I didn't need to be asked twice. In a stable but weak voice I replied, "Yes."

He commented to her and she laughed a bit. “Would you show me what these things are?” She asked and he had a darker smile. “Absolutely.” There was no hesitation on his part, on any of their parts to be honest. Second chances were rare, and fate giving you the ability to choose was even more rare. Sometimes all it takes is the willingness to fight for it regardless of the consequences. Sometimes all it takes is loving one that matters most. __Hel and Max__

When it hit her clit, she squeezed my shoulders, her words escaping her from what she really wanted to tell me. I knew what she wanted to say, that we weren't mates. That I hadn't claimed her as my beloved and that I must not be hers because I once had another. Not many understood what a second chance was, hell I didn't either, but he she was, my second chance, and I wasn't letting her go. "Sebastian," she muttered. My lips released hers as I kissed her neck. "Oh god, Sebastian, I need—"

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.

“Because I didn’t want you to think I’d stopped loving you.” Elena looked away, the wind whipping her hair across her face. “She told me once,” he continued, voice rough, “that I only had half a heart left to give. She wasn’t wrong. You had the rest of it. You still do.” Tears stung Elena’s eyes. “Adrian, this isn’t just about the past anymore. It’s about now. And I don’t want to be a maybe. I don’t want to be your second chance only because the first didn’t work.”