Her Second Chance Cari Novelas e Histórias

She was wearing a spaghetti strap royal blue sequin gown that showcased her figure, with light and simple makeup. "Let's get going before we're late." She dragged me downstairs to my car before I could say anything, but luckily, I had grabbed my purse just in time. My chauffeur opened the door to my limousine for us. Laura couldn't stop screaming in excitement as the car ride began. She popped open a bottle of wine and poured it into two glasses, giving one to me and taking one for herself. "To officially become the new CEO," we clinked our glasses together before taking a sip. I only took a small sip because I didn't want to get drunk.

Carii felt giddy, her green eyes shining with excitement that adorned her short ginger hair and pale face. I sighed, turning my back on the crowd, "I am not interested," and started to walk away, showing that I am not interested in such competition. It just hurt me to the guts knowing I will fail again. Carii's lips turned down, "What do you mean you're not interested?" she follows me behind, " I think you should go for it," and walk with me side by side.

"Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much" "What? like a reaper? Harvest souls and all that shit....... Emmmm No thank you just send me on my way thank you." Michael shot back. "NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want."

What a journey. We suddenly slowed down while on a road that had large trees side to side. There was a black car right in front of us. All the windows had thick black tint. Someone came out of the car. It was a young lady. She walked with grace. She had beautiful orange locks and clear pale skin. She walked to our car; to my window. “Cara Throne?” She asked. “That’s me.” “We have been expecting you. The rumors were true. You are as beautiful as they say.”

My heart fell as the pack doctor looked down, her silent gesture everything. “It's true, Alpha Blackwell.” she whispered. My world might as well have tilted on its axis. I didn't realize when I sat down. “How?” I breathed out. The woman looked slightly burdened as she turned away, bringing up her file. “I had my suspicions throughout her pregnancy, but it wasn't so obvious until she lost it. When she was brought to me I did some tests on her and what I found…It was a lucky streak that she managed to recover from the miscarriage unscathed.” she said, guilt and regret written on her face.

Miranda did not spare another glance at Timothy before leaving the office. She had discovered if she wanted to achieve her dream of becoming Mrs Carls, she would have to up her game. There's no way she would be giving in to his threats easily. If anything, she knew that that person will back her up. Afterall that's what they had in mind four years ago. Her sister had succeeded in trapping Mr Carls but she wasn't as lucky. Now that she was back to finish what she started, nobody would stop her.

Speeding up, the forest blurred past a dark, shadowy landscape. Then I noticed the door to the car she was in open, and soon a body rolled out of the vehicle, and the last two cars and my car drove over the body. What was going on? Were they going to throw her out? What was going on inside the vehicle? Did she try to fight them? My heart pounded louder, drowning out the roar of the engine. Then I saw her. Mi Cariño, leaping out of the moving car. My heart seemed to stop as I watched her tumble onto the forest floor. She rolled a few times before coming to a stop, her body limp and unmoving. For a split second, time froze, and a cold terror gripped me.

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

she cut in almost too quickly. I watched as her left hand slipped on the ground after several attempts to wipe them. She seemed to give up on that and pull her long sleeves through to the tips of her fingers. She found her root. With that, she lifted her uninjured leg and secured it on the ground. She created a force by bouncing her shoulders and hands to jerk her back to her feet. She stood unsteadily for a while. I got up to help her but as soon as my hand came in contact with her skin, she slapped it away.

Her dress catches the light, her posture radiates possession as she stands beside him. A sudden sharp sting shoots through my body and, all at once, I want to get away from the red carpet. Yet I can’t tear my eyes away from them. I hear the press calling out questions, “Josh, how long has Jessica been your partner?” I force myself to look away and turn my gaze back to the car. Hunter has opened the rear door on the other side as well. Just as I’m about to see who he’s holding the door for, Cassy pulls me back inside. “Come on,” she says softly. “Ethan has the trays ready.”