Novel & Cerita First Love Second Chance Romance Novels

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Meanwhile, her hands felt like silk as she ran them across my body, and I knew I was absolutely, positively hooked. The only thing that bothered me was that I had been sure that Cassie would be my second chance mate. I was disappointed when my wolf didn’t shout, “Mate,” in my head as soon as he saw her. However, I knew that second chance mates weren’t guaranteed. Also, it was possible that Cassie hadn’t met her first mate yet; second chance mates usually (though not always) are given to couples who have both lost their first mates. I hadn’t heard of Cassie meeting her first chance mate, so that was probably why we didn’t recognize each other as second chance mates. Well, it didn’t matter

she blurted out as Paul’s finger went in and out of her. The rain seemed to cooperate with the lovebirds as they sent heavier rain towards their place, blurring the moans and sighs that escaped from their mouths. ********************************************** One’s first love is always perfect until you meet one’s second love.

In my past life, Debra had been dead set on being the first to give birth to a half-beast, so she'd chosen the wolf clan without a second thought—the strongest of all the packs. She suggested I pick the serpent clan, saying their pregnancy rates were higher. I took her advice and chose Patrick. After Patrick and I mated, I got pregnant fast. And our child was the first half-beast of the generation. The King of Beasts immediately declared our child the next ruler. Meanwhile, Debra kept having stillbirths. She convinced herself it was the wolf clan's bloodline that made the babies hard to carry—so she crept into Patrick's bed in the middle of the night.

He opened the box, revealing a ring that caught the reflection of the fireworks beginning to bloom above us. "Will you marry me again—this time, for real?" The night sky exploded in color, the sound of fireworks echoing through the sea air. I smiled, tears glimmering in my eyes, and nodded. "I will." We had avenged our families, reclaimed what was lost, and in the midst of blood and vengeance, we found something far greater. Each other. And the most brilliant life we never dared to dream of.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Silence crashed between them. Ethan stared at her as if she had struck him. “That’s not true,” he said quietly. She forced a small, dismissive smile. “People fall out of love all the time.” “Not like this,” he said. She lifted her chin. “I want something easier.” His hands curled into fists. “Look at me and say it again.” She met his eyes. “I’ve moved on,” she said. Something in him broke. “Was any of it real?” he asked hoarsely.

I watched her for a moment, and then I said what I was thinking before I could try to think of a way out of it. "I love you." She opened her eyes. "And it’s not just about the mate pull," I said. "It’s not because of my wolf or our bond or anything else. I mean I love you and everything about you. The way you look at paperwork so intensely like you’re trying to figure out what others missed. The way you argue with me even when you know I'm right. The way you walk into rooms that are supposed to scare you and act like you own the whole place." I stopped. "I've been watching you be brave for weeks and I don't think you know how much of it you actually are."

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

"Brody, it doesn't matter anymore. I've reached a point where I don't want this anymore. I gave you a chance, and you wasted it." Brody's jaw tightened. His lips parted several times as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, he simply said, "I'm sorry..." He took my hand gently. I didn't pull away. "Jane, I have a confession. The first time I saw you was at your school in London. The second time was on the Las Vegas Strip—you were talking with my cousin Bronn. I saw you cry then, and he told me about you. After that, I asked for your hand in marriage..."