Dame Una Oportunidad Novels & Stories

“Hello, I’m Amma Abeo, MA International Economics, Savannah University. You’ll experience a lot on this journey, but, no matter what, it’s good to know there’s a village cheering you on. On the serious side though, it’s never too late to apply for internships or jobs.” Finally, someone with real talk and not sugar coated rambling. I look at her and even though she isn’t smiling, her eyes are dancing like they hold some kind of secret. I desperately want to hear everything she has experienced in her one year but, again, I am too scared to type anything in the chat box. I make a mental note to look her up on G****e, just to see what I’ll find. “Feel free to reach out to me if you have any issu

“Wh.. what are you saying?” She asked as she turned. “There’s no way I can do that,” she said and looked away. She was shocked, she had just been presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. In fact , it was more than an opportunity of a lifetime. She was sure she could never get this opportunity in seven lifetimes. She inhaled deeply, she knew she would never get such an opportunity in her life again, but if she did, it would make a rogue like her parents.

Eloise hung up the phone and smiled at her friend. Cassandra waited in anticipation for Eloise to give her the news. "Well?" Cassandra asked, almost ready to jump out of her skin. "Was he able to help?" "Yes, he was, and you owe me, Cassandra Miller!" Cassandra pumped her fist with excitement, "Yes!" she shouted in utter excitement. Eloise's friend that had gotten her the first set of tickets and the meet and greet passes had been able to get them another set of tickets to the next Blue Moon show coming up in just a couple of days. Eloise had to pay a pretty penny for these tickets, which happened to be in the front row, but Cassandra had promised to pay her back. Plus, she would pay for the

This was another chance at life; another chance to do things differently. A chance at revenge.

It didn’t sit right with me, but I was being cornered. Damian pushed off the wall and took a step toward me. “It’s not about whether you agree or not, Sierra. It’s about understanding the opportunity. I’m offering you something no one else has. Your payment will be different from everyone else’s—it’ll be independent. It’s tailored to what you can do, your skills, not what everyone else brings to the table.”

With a bitter laugh, he asked, "Damian, do you really hate me that much? Was I really that bad before?" Damian thought for a second and gave two quick, firm nods. "You played games with Aaron and taught him to read, but you never played with me or taught me anything. I only ever had Mommy." After a long silence, Walter laughed, but the sound was heavy with sorrow. "So, it seems I really was terrible. Damian, can you give me another chance?" He waited for a long while, but Damian didn't respond. When he looked back, Damian had already fallen asleep.

“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.”

“Please, Ka….I mean Mrs Mccatty. I am ashamed to make this request. But I have been searching for you for so long that I feel like this moment is a sign from the goddess. And there is a chance I might never get this opportunity again, please.” The urge to keep up the act like I didn’t know this would happen interested me. At the same time, getting someone like Dame to play into my hand isn’t so easy. It would be best to strike while the rod is hot. “Dame, what exactly do you have to say to me? Because from where I am sitting I heard everything five years ago.” “Ka….”

"Sorry Lady Diane, but the Luna has given us duties to perform and due to the long list of duties I have I will not be able to help you. Sorry again, my lady." "Duties, Schmuties. I'll tell my mother to reduce your duties. Now come help me!" I thought about her statement for a second and then my brain started turning. This might just be a win-win situation for both of us. I decided to try my luck with my next statement. "Once again Lady Diane, I'm sorry but I cannot leave this position without fulfilling my duties." Almost immediately, Melody's scent was wafting in the air. Not long after that, she came into view.

This was disheartening. Could she just come back to life? Could she just be given one more chance? If that would happen, I would make her the happiest woman in the world. I would treat her like a queen. I would fall to her feet, and apologize to her. I would tell her how important she was. But, it seemed like it was too late. Only if I had known, I would have made her feel so great about herself. Opportunity came once. And, I had misused the opportunity I used to have. ***