Chance At Romance Novels & Stories

I said shyly, looking away. “I like you, Sophie, and I don't want to lose my chance," he grinned sheepishly. "How about this - why don't we plan a few more dates? That way, we can take it slow and see if we're truly a good fit." I smiled back at him. "I'd like that. Hmm, let's see...how about ten dates? That should give us plenty of time to figure things out, don't you think?" I teased. "Ten dates, huh?" Alex chuckled. "Well, if that's what it takes to win you over, then ten dates it is. I love challenges, sunshine."

I had been living life by the books and look where that got me, a failed ten year relationship and a failed engagement. "I'll marry you. In fact let's do it right now before going to see my father." I could tell my answer caught him by surprise but I had made up my mind. It's time to live life a little dangerously.

"One that I find endearing. I wouldn't mind if we were, but I think this party is for you, Miss Kane." She rolled her eyes. "Please, call me Imani... Wait. 'Miss Kane'? I never told you my last name." He laughed softly, leaning against the balustrade beside her. "Well, I heard this is the engagement of the century," he said, mirroring her posture. "The union of two great houses. They say it’s a love match years in the making." His voice held a hint of sadness she didn't understand. "What love?" she balked. "What are you talking about? Who loves who?" Disbelief washed over her features.

His father might get more suspicious of us than he already would be. But then a thought occurred to me. "What if he asks us how we met?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. Julian's eyes met mine, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. Our love story was the key to convincing his father, and we needed to get it just right. "Let's just think of something realistic, like meeting each other at a club?" Julian suggested, his shoulders rising in a shrug. I shook my head vigorously, my eyes wide with alarm. "No way, your dad might think I'm some kind of a stripper!" I exclaimed, my voice laced with horror.

I knew couldn’t make the same mistake again because the Moon Goddess didn’t grant second chances lightly. When I found Cassie at Magnolia Hotel, I hadn’t realized she was my second chance mate until Ice practically screamed it in my head. Everything clicked into place then, and I knew I had to bring her back, no matter the cost. Her stubborness, her coldness, didn’t matter. She was mine, and I wasn’t going to lose her again. Not to Jake. Not to anyone. Cassie finally looked up at me again, her voice breaking the silence.

"The right thing? What, marrying you to clean up your mess? That's the right thing?" Charlotte's eyes narrowed, her voice rising in anger. "You know, it's not very polite to just walk out on someone, especially when they've come all this way to see you." I raised an eyebrow, my arms crossed over my chest. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was being rude. Maybe next time you can just skip the whole 'marry me or else' part and we can have a nice, friendly chat." She opened her mouth to retort, but Damon cut her off, his voice calm and measured.

He hugged me to himself and pats my face in a romantic manner. “What’s he up to and why the sudden attraction?” I thought within myself as goosebumps raise on my skin. “I thought I was going to lose you…Now, I’ll always be here by your side.” He whispered as if he heard my heart💖. "Give me a chance, A second chance." ######### ###### #### Two Weeks Later…

"I'm not asking you to fall for me right now. I'm just asking for a chance. One chance to earn your heart." The air smelled of roses. It made me dizzy—in the best way. I lowered my head, face flushed, and murmured a single word. "Okay."

“You want another chance? Regina, being reborn is already a gift from heaven. We’re adults. We have to take responsibility for the choices we make.” I looked straight into her eyes. “I don’t regret leaving you, marrying Sadie, or not choosing the life that’s truly mine.” Her voice broke with frustration. “I gave you ten years of my life. My love isn’t less than Sadie’s, so why must it be her?” I smiled faintly and asked, “Since we had ten years, Regina, tell me, what’s my favorite food? What am I allergic to? My favorite color? What games do I play?”

Fast. From her position in the shade of another bus, Rachel could see that hers was filling quickly. She needed to get back. Drawing hard through the cigarette one final time, she dropped it to the ground and crushed it with her foot.