Books Where Hero Grovels For Second Chance Novels & Stories

When I woke up this morning the sun seemed to be shining a little brighter. I am a hopeless romantic. I was always a reader of the happily ever after romance novels and that was what I always wanted for myself. That should have been my life eight years ago but evil stepped in and changed that. Evil will not win this time because I have the chance at happiness again.

I steel myself for what’s to come. “I have no intention of rejecting you. You are a gift, a second chance mate for me. I don’t turn away gifts from the Moon Goddess,” he says. His fingers then move to Masuzyo’s mark on my neck. “I’m assuming, based on your mark, that I’m your second chance mate too?”

It represents a gift given by the moon goddess to guide and lead me. Something was amiss with my mate, and I needed to get to her fast. May it not be said that I failed to protect my second chance mate.1` The goddess has given me another chance to prove myself. This is a test I am determined to pass. When Sebastian asked about the Council's mission by morning, my decision was clear. I would take the Council’s mission and use that chance to find my mate. I am going on a secret mission to claim my second chance.

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"Alright." That green-eyed man seemed to be trying to make sense of the situation. Massimo glanced at Abby, and the beautiful woman looked so happy. He did not want to disturb his partner's joy. Without waiting any longer, the two of them entered the main entrance of the bookstore. They could feel the cold air from the air conditioning hit their skin.

he shakes his head. Rowan bends to pick something off the table. “Here…” he hands me a book. I frown and look at the cover. Hero Author- Lauren Rowe. “Is it good?” I ask him. “Rayna recommended it…” he tells me. I nod, with champaign and the book the flight didn’t seem that long. I was bawling my eyes out on the first chapter already. Goodness Colby is the best guy out there. When I’m on the sixtieth chapter Rowan tells me we’ve landed.

He just nodded slowly, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his failed devotion. “You chose the wreckage,” he said, his voice barely audible, the devastation absolute. “And you’ll have to build your whole world out of it. Don't call me when the fire goes out.” He walked into the bedroom, packed his duffel bag, and was gone. I watched the door close, already pregnant with the crushing guilt of what I’d done, but still thrillingly convinced that Julian's promise of chaos was worth the price. (After 8months)

he asked, raising an eyebrow. "A-ahm... Are you Caspien?" the girl asked, looking a bit hesitant but obviously excited. She was about to continue when Caspien nodded slightly, but with confusion in his eyes. "You're really Caspien?" she asked again beyond belief, adding, "The former vocalist of the band Midnight Sky?" He saw how hopeful the girl looked as she waited for his response. Hearing the band's name, which he hadn't heard in six years, made him want to leave, run, and hide. He didn't want to show himself to anyone, fearing someone might recognize him again.

My life couldn't get any better than it is now and I thank god everyday for sending this angel into my territory! ***Book 2 : Dice's little runaway will be out within the week. 5 chapters are already completed***

I threw away every trace of my past to live for myself. During my downtime, I enjoyed taking a stroll along the streets, taking in the blue sky, the lake, and the avenues while being free from the weight of my thoughts. That day, I wandered the streets in a plain windbreaker when a soft voice suddenly called out from behind me. “Excuse me, sorry to bother you.” I looked back to see a well-dressed man, poised in his mannerisms. “I’m a talent scout, and you’ve got the look of a model. Would you be interested in doing a magazine cover?”