La Segunda Oportunidad Dulce Novels & Stories

It's still haunting me through my dreams. I don't want to remember that night, not in my life again. I had lots of restless nights and I'm getting tired of this. His grip on my hand loosened again and even before he realizes, I retreated my hand from his grip and wiped my tears. These tears are as fresh and hard as I had on Jan 2, Sweety's birthday. I didn't think of it before that it has still an effect on me but yes, it is a sensitive topic. He blankly looked at me before his lips formed into a sinister smile. "Fate also decided that you have no right to be happy. So It separated you from your loved ones. Isn't it?" He is so happy to see me broken.

I said truthfully, determination and encouragement lacing my voice. "I will then . . . Second chances huh." Her voice was light and playful. Second chances. I had wondered when I would get a second chance at becoming healthy, but I never did. Instead, I had to stop my treatments which was deteriorating my condition. Second chances weren't granted to many but only to the lucky and any opportunity should be seized. Perhaps this was the reason why I had lied to Eliza that day. The day when she asked me if I would go through more treatments if I had a second chance to live.

If it weren't for continuing the act, I'd tear off his mask. "Mate? Well, Sir, I sympathize with your situation. If your wolf really senses that I am your mate, then I'm unlucky. But I'm really not Ella. Have you heard about the Second Chance? I believe all werewolves know that after one side rejects the other, the Moon Goddess arranges a second mate for them..." "Second mate?" Kevin seemed wounded. At this moment, his body stiffened, and I could feel the tension in his shoulders lighten.

“Now, go. I need to finish all of this before going to that boring place." After finishing all the papers, I went to the bar called Delight. It looks like a normal club that everyone goes to when they want to dance and drink however it has a secret that no one knows except for those who are loaded with money. This is where the Sweet Delight is. A human auction for slaves or whatever you want to do with them. They don't care because all they care about is the greens that the buyers have in their wallets and banks. I went to the bartender and ordered a special drink called Sweet Delight that can only be ordered there. After taking a sip, I moved my finger to tell him to get closer.

Close enough to see his eyes weren't just amber—they held the same galaxy-flecked patterns as Cynthia's. "Second Moon," the goddess whispered, as the vision began to fray at the edges. "The mate the cosmos provides when the first was never true. Second Chance."

Ahead of the table another mat lay but well decorated and coated. Mark Slater felt sugar for that moment. He thought of having the most precious thing in his world. He had always waited for an opportunity to pounce back or even surprise him like this even with consequences but it happen by chance. He had always wanted to reconcile with the land of Ura and make a treaty but approaching the matter was not promising.

“Tonight, I will meet my second chance. I was rejected on the first day of term.” Her face falls. “I’m so sorry, Ariella. No one deserves to be rejected. The goddess has given you a second chance, so go claim him. And if you are smart, you will hold off on marking so your mate feels it. It’s supposed to be even more intense when the mate finds their second chance.” I smile at the thought. I have my second chance. If I wanted revenge, I can have it. Beta escorts me to the dining room and she is watching me closely.

“It is.” Enrique’s love had done what time and power never could, it healed Daisy. The twins had been wary at first, but even they had melted when they saw how gently he touched her, how he looked at her as if she were the moon itself. “Alright,” Daisy said, clapping her hands. “We’ve picked the veil. Now the colors.” Lira held up two swatches, one blush pink, one ivory. “The ivory feels more royal,” she said. “The pink feels softer,” I countered.

How much did my wife once love me? The year we graduated from college, she spent two whole years trying to convince me to marry her. She proposed three times. The first time, I said no. The second time, I said no again. It wasn't until the third time that she gathered all our closest family and friends, then got down on one knee in front of everyone. She looked at me with a determination that left no room for hesitation. In the end, she won me over. On our wedding day, I gave her a small wooden box. Inside were exactly one hundred black metal tokens, neatly arranged in rows. I gave them a name. Second Chances. Whenever either of us did something that hurt our marriage or broke a promise, we

Melina knocks softly on Franky’s door and waits eagerly for her to open it. Franky gasps the second she opens the door. She looks at Melina like she’s a ghost standing in front of her. Melina smiles and pulls her in for a hug. Franky hesitates to hug Melina back for a second but quickly wraps her arms around her and squeezes the life out of her. Tears fill Melina’s eyes as she takes in the scent of Franky, which reminds her of home. Melina has missed her sister a lot. She wishes she would never have to part with her.