Second Chance At Love Novels & Stories

“I know you think he can give you something I couldn’t. But I love you, Sandra. I’ve always loved you. I chose you. And I don’t regret it. Not for a single day.” My tears fell onto her knee, warm, desperate drops that felt like confessions. “Please… choose me too.” Her shoulders shook, just a little. “Give me a chance,” I begged. “Just one more chance. Let me fix this. Let me fix us. I believe in second chances. I believe in us. Please, Sandra… please.” The night wind carried jasmine from the gardens below. The moon lit her silhouette like something sculpted in sorrow. The city hummed faintly in the distance, unaware of the war happening in our chest cavities.

"If I were given a chance at another lifetime, I would choose the same one. I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you, and I'd choose you always. I'd walk the same path just to see you smile or look at me under your lashes. I'd tickle you just to hear that giggle a little longer. I don't think you know how much you changed my life, my darling... and I want you to know that you were the one; you are and will always be my soul mate." She wipes away the tears that fall down her cheeks, and for that moment, I really feel her with me. I feel her sorrow, that heart break that is mirrored within me. But I snappy gaze away from her and back

He toyed with a strand of my hair, his touch lazy and soft. “Do you remember,” he murmured, “when you said you didn’t believe in second chances?” I closed my eyes, letting his voice settle into my bones. “Yes.” “And now?” I opened my eyes. He was right there — close enough for forever. “Now I think second chances are just love being brave.” He kissed me, slow and sure, a promise pressed into my mouth. Outside, the world kept spinning — bills, business, secrets waiting for morning light. But here, in this room, it was just us. Two people who broke, healed, chose each other over and over again.

But before she could take another breath, he moved fast pulling her close, his lips crashing against hers. The kiss was searing, hungry, claiming. She gasped, melting against him, her fingers gripping his tuxedo. His arm wrapped around her waist, deepening the kiss until she felt the world slip away. When he finally pulled back, his lips hovered near hers, his whisper a vow. “You’re mine.” And for the first time in years, Imani’s heart began to beat again into something that she couldn't explain Desire maybe . Because She didn't believe in Love but something darker curling from the pit of her stomach which could be mistaken as Love.

Josh said in an exasperated tone. “I think… I think you are saying… saying that you….” “Yes stupid, I am saying that I am starting to fall in love with you.” Josh all but shouted. Come on. Here he had opened his heart for him and he was still second guessing. “Josh…. Babe… I am sorry, please don't cry again.” Bolt leaned up carefully this time before he tugged Josh to sit on the bed and framed his face with his hands. “It's surreal you know. For months I have been trying to sneak into your heart that I thought I will never get a place in your life more than a friend. So forgive me if it took me time to grasp on what you are telling me.

“I’m very sure. I am in love with you, Elizabeth Smith.” “I didn’t think I’d ever love anyone, because I was convinced love didn’t exist.” Her eyes flutter shut, and my heart begins to beat faster and faster. “Then I met you, and I realized that love is real, and I don’t just mean romantic love. You have so much love for your son…and your family…every one of you.” She swallows hard, having a hard time with the words. Tipping her head up, she locks her eyes with mine. “I love you, too, Jonathan.” We kiss, and my heart explodes with happiness. For the first time in years, everything is perfect.

All he wanted was to be reconciled with the love of his life again. Now that he was at his destination, his heart was pounding hard against his chest for fear of how things could go down. He knew he had to thread carefully because he was tired of fighting with Amelia. If she decided she didn’t want to be with him anymore because of the news and wasn’t ready to face his family, he didn’t know what he was going to do. All he wanted was to eliminate all of their past issues and start afresh. He wanted to love her rightly. His only prayers were that she’d give him the second chance to fix things because obviously, he’d screwed up a lot while trying to force her back into his life by threatening

Christopher sniffed. Sighing, Matilda shifted a bit in her seat. "I just really hope that when life gives you a second chance to be happy and experience true love that you don't blow your chances. Just—“ “I promise to never blow it away. I just want Raven back into my life.” “I believe it will fall into place eventually. You will find her." Christopher nodded his head. “I hope so. Thank you Matilda. Thank you so much." Matilda stood up and she bowed her head slightly. “You are welcome sir. What would you like to have for breakfast?"

He commented to her and she laughed a bit. “Would you show me what these things are?” She asked and he had a darker smile. “Absolutely.” There was no hesitation on his part, on any of their parts to be honest. Second chances were rare, and fate giving you the ability to choose was even more rare. Sometimes all it takes is the willingness to fight for it regardless of the consequences. Sometimes all it takes is loving one that matters most. __Hel and Max__

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."