Married At First Sight Second Chances Novels & Stories

I feel a shot pain in the chest knowing I had caused it, I approach her only for my eyes to fall on a huge frame of Kyle hanging across the room. I feel my heart get shredded, Kyle loves Tania enough for him to help her and get me on the right path. He is ready to give up his affection for her just for her to find true states of happiness, but I being her mate can hardly understand her. I had never sacrificed anything for her, not even once have I done something so unique for her. "I care about you Tania and I won't come out asking for your forgiveness because I do not deserve it. But I dare request for a second chance, I promise to always make you my first priority.

Now he knew that love at first sight wasn't about openly declaring your love for a partner the first day you met them, but accumulating the love the moment you set eyes on them. From that night in the club, the moment he saw her dancing, he knew she wasn't going to just be a regular woman he was taking to his bed. He knew she was going to haunt him. He knew his heart called at her. He just didn't want to accept it. Now, he wouldn't waste any more time. His friends had made him understand that he had to act fast this time. He didn’t have to wait for anything or anyone. He had to marry Céline. He could only marry her.

Adom pouted until Ash kissed the sour expression off his lips. Despite the friendly teasing, every one of their friends and family said they would be there. With the date set and guest list confirmed, Adom threw himself into party planning. Ash stepped back and let him take over. It was obviously something Ad loved. He remembered that first dance he organized back at hotel the first time they met. The first time another man looked at Ash and saw someone they could love, the way he wanted to be loved.

Even though having only each other was more than enough, the more the merrier. "Rose, I love you so much." I love you so much more Hakeem.” She rubbed her belly tenderly “You've given me the best gift in the world.” “No, you gave me the best gift,” Hakeem said as he pecked her luscious lips. She smiled into the kiss, wounding her arms around his neck. From nowhere they heard clapping sounds and they sprung apart, unaware that they'd had an audience all this time. The color drained from Rosalie’s face as she recognized the face of Thomas, her ex-fiancé.

As Aaron concluded his poignant speech, a hush fell over the congregation, the weight of his words lingering in the air like a gentle breeze. The priest, moved by the sincerity of Aaron's declaration, offered a tender smile before addressing Elena directly. "Elena Roseford," he began, his voice resonating with warmth and solemnity, "In the presence of these witnesses, and before our Creator, do you take Aaron Tyler Granger as your lawfully wedded husband?" Elena stood before the priest, her heart pounding with a mixture of nervousness and overwhelming love for Aaron. She gazed into his eyes, finding solace and reassurance in the depths of his gaze.

It was a rebirth. The scars from my first marriage no longer stung as they once had. They were still there, faint and faded, but they no longer had power over me. This was my second chance—a chance I had thought I’d never deserve, let alone find. And yet here I was, standing beside Adrian Blackwood, the man who had fought every obstacle, broken every barrier, just to love me. Now, I was his wife. The reception was a joyous whirlwind. There was laughter, the clinking of glasses, and speeches that made me blush and cry. Claire, in her dramatic glory, insisted on sharing how she “knew” Adrian and I were destined from the moment she saw us bicker.

Adiens P.O.V. My wolf is snarling at me to claim our mate as we watch her getting punished. But he, as well as my second chance mate, needs to understand that I have absolutely no plans on claiming her. This is why I kept rutting myself in and out of Nikita's mouth as my mate watched. I was aware of her coming down the hallway before I even laid eyes on her. My wolf smelled her before she pushed that door open, and he drooled when the warm scent of sunflowers and peaches hit our noses.

If they knew, they would only push me into attending another second-chance evening. I had once made the mistake of going. The set-up resembled human speed dating: women seated at tables while men moved from one to the next. The difference was that we wolves spent those five minutes holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, searching for a connection. Once past the age of thirty, the mate bond is no longer overwhelming, though faint traces of it can still be found. No one truly knows what those ‘hints’ are, as they manifest differently for everyone. That evening had been the longest and most uncomfortable of my life.

“Please.” She blinked slowly, sending tears down her cheeks. She was completely stunned. Then it registered. Not breaking up. Getting closer together. “Yes,” she whispered. “What was that?” he asked. “I’m in love with you too, and I don’t wanna break up either, and yes, I will marry you,” she said loudly, and kissed him as he slipped the ring on her finger. He pulled back, grinning at her, then yelled out, “She said ‘YES’!!”.

Everlyn blinked. “…Jesse.” He stood in front of her, looking slightly nervous for the first time in a long while. “I proposed once already,” he said. “But that was during chaos.” Everlyn’s heart began racing. “So I want to do it again.” He opened the box. The ring caught the soft light of the room. “Everlyn Hart,” Jesse said gently, “now that you remember how we started… will you marry me again?” She stared at him for half a second.