Novel & Cerita Game Over: No Second Chance Novel

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

Since she was back with her family she had to go to a school where only the most important and richest people could go. I felt a bit more relaxed knowing that the game took place during the modern-day so I wouldn’t have to worry about dealing with a different era. I know that there are a total of five love interests, one of them being a hidden character. I was just getting to the hidden character route before... I can’t remember what happened to me. Did I die?

I hope you will keep reading, as the next book will follow Isiah and his forbidden mate. Also remember I have another book on here - His Magic Luna. I hope you all enjoyed the journey as much as I did writing it. Thank you again! You are the reason I write, and keep writing! Xoxo Natacha_H

More than anyone ever had. "This is stupid." I say, looking mostly at the ones in the north. "We had three chances, three lives to save ourselves. We had warnings, people that gathered all the information for us, the Goddess herself doing everything she could and still, in all three lives we lost. We die. We fuck up." "Yes..." Rose answers. "But this time, the result in permanent. The flow of time cannot be reversed again." "If the worst will come knocking on our door, we can also surrender." Alpha Mikelson chimes in.

Hello my dear readers, thank you so much for reading “Billionaire Substitute Bride”. Thank you for your support and patience. I’m here to inform you that this is the end of book 1. The story will continue in book 2. Book 2 entails all your unanswered questions in book 1, like; is Noah really dead? How far is Maria willing to go to achieve her revenge? Maria’s real identity, Mia’s real identity, as well as, Noah’s real identity.

She looked up at the ceiling, wondering if Kenziel was already on his way, and if he knew that he was walking into a grave. The game had changed, even reality too as the pieces seems to be set — and for the first time, Rebecca realized that her second chance might just be a longer way to die.

Leah’s POV I couldn’t shake the awful feeling of Deja vu as I ran through the forest and found the roadside diner, but reality struck when I walked in and recognized the people. It had all been real! It wasn’t a dream! Meeting Sebastian, Eli dying, and the moon goddess! I actually met the moon goddess and she’s given me a second chance! My head started to pound as I tried to remember exactly what she said. I needed to remember! I found a car outside the diner that I could hotwire and I wasn’t even surprised that I knew how to do it. I remembered the car the moment I saw it, and dropped my bag in the back seat. As I pulled out into the road, I took a deep breath. I had to find somewhere I cou

Massimo never thought that a woman who was five years younger than his age could actually say those words. "What? You are crazy, Abby! This is my penthouse! How could you kick me out of my own room?" The playboy immediately contradicted his wife. The long-haired girl laughed a little. She intentionally provided intimidation through gestures, either through her eyes or her body language. Without realizing it, Massimo has been dragged into a game that Abby invented and controlled at the same time.

Hi! its me Biya, just wanted to say this chapter tells their personalities, but if you guys are not interested you can skip. but make sure to read the background story in the middle. Don't worry I'll put a reminder in brackets and capital letters so you wouldn't be lost. Hope you'll like it. :) I am the destroyer of my own life.

Not a single wolf. As she’s dragged toward the doors, she locks eyes with me one last time. “This isn’t over,” she spits. I don’t respond. The doors slam shut behind her, the sound echoing like a closing tomb. The bond settles slowly, like dust after a storm. I exhale for the first time all night. “It’s finally over,” my beta says quietly beside me. I nod, though my chest aches. Justice doesn’t feel clean. It feels necessary. All of this doesn’t fix the past.