Praying For A Second Chance Novels & Stories

Although Ryan was Seth's youngest uncle, he was only four years older than Seth. The two of us were practically childhood friends. However, he had lost the use of his legs in a car accident, after which we had gradually grown apart. In my past life, he had been the first one to discover me after Seth imprisoned me in the basement. He had called out again and again, "Don't be scared!" At the same time, he had repeatedly smashed the door. I had seen clearly that he wasn't paralyzed.

I just have to survive. By the time she finished her work at the company, the sky had darkened. Heavy rain fell, drenching the streets in seconds. Ella ran blindly through the downpour, arms crossed over her chest, clinging to herself, desperate for warmth. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to shield herself. She dashed across the street, slipping on wet pavement, heart hammering like a drum in her chest.

My shame seems to be a never-ending pit that keeps dragging me further into my pit of hell. “I will do everything that I can to fix this. I know that there is nothing I can say or do to change what happened. Hell, I’m not even going to be dumb enough to ask that all of you listen to my dumb excuses. I ruined the single most important person, moment, and gift I will ever have. But I swear to the Goddess right now that I am going to do everything in my power to prove that I deserve a second chance, no to earn that second chance. I will spend the rest of my life making this up to her and begging her to just give me a chance.”

"I think about that night every single day." The room was quiet. Nadia looked at me for a long moment. Then she said, "Everyone deserves a second chance." I looked at her. "Not a second chance at the same things," she said carefully. "Not a chance to undo what's been done. That's not how it works and anyone who tells you otherwise is lying." She held my gaze steadily. "But a second chance to be different. To take what you know now and carry it differently. To make choices in the next situation that you didn't make in the last one." She paused. "That chance exists for everyone. Including people who don't feel like they've earned it."

“I don't like it when you think you're not worthy of my love. I gave you a chance because you're worth taking the risk. I already forgave you, Tyler. Stop thinking about the past.” I smiled and caressed her cheek. “I’m sorry. I won't think about that again.” She finally smiled. “I always pray every night before sleeping, and every morning after waking up. Do you know what I pray for?” “What do you pray for?” I gently caressed her hair, tucking them behind her ear. “I’m praying for more years with you, and thanking the Heavens for giving us courage to try again.” I smiled and landed a soft kiss on her lips. “I pray every night and every morning too…”

"Thank you for that last prayer. Thank you for not accepting death. Thank you for fighting. For demanding second chance. For praying the impossible. For making this possible. Everything I have. Everything I am. Everything we built. Started with your prayer. Your refusal to accept death. Your demand for more." "I've lived fully. For both of us. I've loved deeply. Fought fiercely. Built deliberately. Created purposefully. Everything you wanted. Everything you didn't get to do. I've done it. For you. For me. For us. However we're connected. However this works. I've lived for both of us." "I promise to keep living. Keep building. Keep loving. Keep fighting. Keep making your prayer worth the cost

I inhaled sharply. That's right. I had prayed—prayed hard. "Please, God, if I could just have one more chance, I'd make the best out of it. I might still do bad things, but I'd live differently than I lived this terrible life! I won't make the same mistakes twice! I'll be the best version of myself this world has ever seen!" The priest's gaze didn't waver. "You were granted a second chance," he said simply. "So don't lead a life that goes wrong in a borrowed body."

A hope restored and renewed. Trust, the same fate.

she reassures me, rubbing my back. After a minute, as we pull apart, I close my eyes and silently begin to pray, my heart aching. 'God, please, I'll do anything. I'll go away from Sky's life if that's what it takes, but please, let him be alright. Don't take him away. I'm begging you.' Clutching my pendant, I repeat the prayer over and over, hoping that maybe, just maybe, my pleas will be heard. Maybe God will give me another chance and save Sky's life.

"Hm look at you asking for favours and conditions when you know you are helpless and you can’t make me accept it, but I like your confidence." “what if I can”. oh shit what have I done, Racy what were you thinking I thought to myself but still kept my level of confidence high. “But how”, he asked leaning into my height. He is TALL. I automatically took a step back and said "what I am asking you about, is helping me not doing some favours, please take it as helping a person not giving favours freely". I said, hoping that he will not reject me. he adjusted in his height and said. "what's your story?"