Ranker Who Lives A Second Time Novels & Stories

“You talked to my mom didn’t you? She gave you this ring to give to me. I can’t believe you did this for me. I love you.” “So is that a yes? Are you going to be my wife?” “Yes! A thousand times yes!” That night had been what was supposed to be the beginning of our lives together. One week later we were supposed to be leaving town and become man and wife. One person’s jealousy and vindictiveness ruined it all. I know have my second chance at love with the first and only love of my life, Holden Matthews. Present Day

He takes another sip from his drink, savoring the moment before he reveals his enigmatic connection to King Stellan and myself. "Ah, dear Isa, you underestimate the power of your existence," he taunts, his voice laced with arrogance. "Allow me to shed some light on the matter. You see, I am well aware that you are currently living your second life, after meeting a gruesome end in your first."

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

I blurted out, revealing something I shouldn't have told. Lilith's brows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed to seek more truth. "What do you mean by before?" A sigh escaped my lips, knowing it was time to reveal everything. "There's something I haven't told you. I know you might not believe this, but this life is my second life. The first one, I guess, failed because I died, and then I traveled back in this year." Her mouth opened, eyes rounding as shock plastered on her expression. "You mean you were reborn?"

My grandmother patted my shoulder, soothing me. "Nightmares always end." I nodded. Not everyone gets a second chance at life. But everyone has the chance to wake up from a nightmare. If you ever feel trapped in one, you must wake up and save yourself—no matter how many times it takes.

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.

She’d let the chaos simmer around her but hadn’t let it touch her. Ophelia placed a mug of tea in her hands. “You’re officially a legend now.” Mira snorted softly. “Legends don’t get grounded for life.” “They also don’t get a second chance,” Carl said from the desk, spinning a pen between his fingers. “Do I have one?” Mira asked. “A second chance?” Carl looked at her. “You rewrote your own existence. You’re literally rebooted. You’ve got a whole new version.”

What he couldn't understand was how he could possibly have two mates and both alive. He knew of the fact that goddesses gave second time mates to people after their real partners pass away. Did that mean Karen Milburn was dead? "No, no, she isn't." "You are just overthinking." "Calm down, Alpha Rasmore, calm down." He inhaled deeply calming himself. "Rasmore, what happened in there?" His assistant asked. He knew the news would spread all over the pack like wildfire in just a second that the Alpha had gotten himself a second mate. Everyone knew Karen Milburn was his mate, but she was no more.

​My name is Jamie, and I’m a single mother. That’s my title now, but it doesn't tell the whole truth. The whole truth is messy, and it starts with me, blinded by a selfish passion. I was with Larry, a man who was good, steady, and kind. He was my rock, but I was restless. When the baby’s father came along—he was fire, he was chaos—I burned my whole life down just to be near him . ​I cheated on Larry and became pregnant. I left him—the good man—for the baby’s father, convinced our reckless love was worth the wreckage. It wasn't. The moment the baby arrived, the father vanished, leaving me alone with the consequences and the crushing reality of what I’d done.

I wondered if they knew how close I was to vengeance. “I haven’t forgotten,” I whispered. “I’ll bathe your graves in the blood of your killers. Josiah will fall. And when he does, the world will remember the name Duggar.” My grin was cruel as I stepped inside, dragging the door shut behind me. I sat back at the table and opened the second folder, the one labeled Phase II. We were nearly there. The Roger Dealers were a loose thread, but I would tug until it snapped or strangled. Josiah's defenses were slipping, his allies thinning.