No Second Chance Book Novels & Stories

And the bond, patient yet insistent, waited for me to choose—to choose her, to choose the life we were building, to choose the path away from temptation and back into truth. And I knew, deep in my chest, that if I failed, there would be no second chance.

“You talk about this guy every day and how much you like him and all that butterfly crap how he is your happy ending.” “That was before, but things have gotten so complicated now, I’ve used up my chances…” “Please don’t start that third chance talk again” “You might not like to hear it, but it's true, and you have just got your second chance, so for my sake and yours, make sure you set things right with her, you might not be as lucky as me and my uncle to get three chances; maybe this is your second and last, so use it wisely, Nate.” As much this sounds stupid, a part of it also made sense. I don’t know how, but it does.

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****** A second chance Gabe stood on the edge of the cliff, the cool morning air brushing against his face as he watched the horizon. A new day was dawning. He thought of those who had died—friends, innocents, all lost in the fight against an evil so ancient and powerful it had nearly consumed the world. But amid the sorrow, there was hope. A second chance. The rising sun bathed the landscape in pure golden light, warm and honest. Gabe looked down at the idol cradled in his hands. It was warm now, faintly humming as if something deep within it still breathed.

This was also why I didn’t slap him when he tried to kiss me. One thing about me was that I despised no hated men who cheated. Then, it didn’t matter, even if that person was the richest man or the most handsome guy in the world. I wouldn’t bat an eye to castrate him if he dared cheat on me. Second chance was also impossible. There was a line I had come across while reading a book that left a deep impression on my mind. “Once a man cheats on you, he wouldn’t hesitate to do it the second time. If he truly loved you, no matter what the circumstances were, he would never betray you. A second chance meant indulging his behavior.”

Ashley lost her mind after her miscarriage and was sent to an asylum. The Garners didn't just rise from the ashes with the ten billion-dollar investment from my father, they even rose to new heights. Naturally, my family benefited greatly as well. I suddenly understood that it was okay to make mistakes. All one had to do was choose again.

Josh Kenneth Marco. The only person who never came after me for my money but he treated me for who I was. The only person who knew me inside out but you had to take him away too. You bargained my life with the chair and I was stupid enough to think I could get him back but I forgot he wasn’t a thing but a living person who had his own life too. I got the chairman ship but I lost the love of my life. And I will not let my child suffer for their whole life over some stupid decision made by me. That’s why it was him.

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.

“Abel...please.” And, she found Abel holding her hand in a split second. “I don't know what happened in the past with Molly's dad and I don't want to know. I want you to give yourself a chance. Another chance to experience what's it like to date someone again. To feel loved because I love you Madeline. And, if you would give me a chance to show you, you won't get hurt because I would never think of ever hurting you.” His eyes were genuine as he said those words firmly without breaking.

After showing me where I was on my map, I told him thank you, and he got back into the car, and they left. I know I need to keep going and keep to my plan, so I take my bag and start walking. On my own and alone, walking out on a straight route, my thoughts flicker back to the feeling of a pull. And I can not help but wonder if what I felt was my second chance, mate. A second chance is not something we hear about very often, mostly because it usually only happens to rejected wolves. And yes, I was rejected, but I also don’t have a wolf, and I have a broken soul, so a second chance is too much to hope for.