Praying For A Second Chance Novels & Stories

My tone was dry and all I wanted right now was water or at least something to quench the thirst. A face appeared above mine. "Emery," he said my name like he was trying to get my full attention. "This is your choice." His eyes which were gold, glittered at me like stars from a night sky. "To have a second shot at life only in a different point of view." I didn't need to be asked twice. In a stable but weak voice I replied, "Yes."

I whispered a confession. It was eating me up from the inside... The greatest regret in life… not saying those words in the million opportunities I had while Sophia was right by my side. If I could have just one more chance, if I could see her again, I would never make the same mistake. ‘God, if you exist, please, I’m begging you, bring me back my love.’ I had never prayed before. I didn’t even believe in God, but this seemed like a perfect moment to start. Because now, only a miracle could help me.

“I’d start with waiting until he’s older and then give him a good warning not to do what his father did.” “Don’t forget to tell him how lucky his father is that you gave him a second chance. Most men don’t get that much. By that time, you’ll know if he learned his lesson or if you kicked him to the curb. At least if you’re married to him when you kick him to the curb, you’ll have something to show for it beyond your son.” Ivy thought for a moment. She looked at the older women with a thoughtful gaze. “Thank you, ladies. You’ve given me a lot of food for thought. I need to go. Have a nice day.”

The woman's voice flooded my ears, her touch on my hands was the only physical sensation I could feel. "The future is uncertain, and there are two paths ahead. One leads to a bright sun shining over the empire, bringing prosperity, peace, and power. The other leads to a night, with fear, death, and despair in a ruined empire," she spoke and then disconnected, leaving me alone in the dark room. In desperation, I asked: "What must I do to make the sun shine on our empire?" The woman just smiled, stood up, and opened the door for us to leave.

My back hit the wall, of my room as my gaze moved to the ceiling of my room, I don't know how to pray but this day, I wanted to say a prayer, to Eros, to the moon goddess, to Hades, any one of them that could help me. Just this one time, I wish for a second chance with her and for her not to end up with Bellini.

“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.

With a voice choked with emotion, he said, "To fix all the mistakes I made back then, will you consider my proposal and give me a second chance to make things right, Clara? Including giving you and Layla the happiness you deserve?" My breath caught in my throat. A storm of emotions swirled within me, unfamiliar feelings crashing against the shores of my heart. Outside the glass wall of the restaurant, the sunlight seemed to dance with an extra radiance, as if the very world outside was rejoicing with us in this moment. Slowly, I nodded my head.

It is rare to have a second chance in life after experiencing the destruction, so they must live life to the fullest with no regrets and always believe in God. ‘Almighty God, I ask for forgiveness for all of my sins, for all of my shortcomings, and for being a disappointment and useless child. I ask you in your good heart to save us all from our sins. I am a sinner and I’m willing to atone for all of my mistakes and accept your heavy punishment. Please have mercy on us and save us all. And I’m sending you my deepest gratitude for bringing back my daughter Alexandria and her sisters. I couldn't be more grateful than seeing my daughters and son alive and well. In return, I'll offer and devote

I run back into my room and dial Daniels number, praying he’s not home. “Hello poppet, you alright?”, I fall to the floor in relief, hot tears streaming down my face. “Daniel, you’re ok, thank goodness”, “What’s going on?”, “It’s your house”. My phone pings, I have another one view message from Dylan, ‘Leave him or he won’t be so lucky next time’.

I once used to pray for his love or acceptance, but now I don’t do that anymore. Instead, I prayed for strength. I prayed that even if the bond feels like chains, I should keep breathing in though. I prayed for courage to keep walking even when the whispers trailed behind me. I prayed for the will to be able to hold myself together when everything else seemed intent on pulling me apart. My chest loosened as I whispered those words into the night air, sending it skyward like smoke. And then, as if carried on the bond, I felt something shift. Cole.