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"You know what… In this world, I realized that everyone commits mistakes…that's part of being human after all. But we all deserve a second chance in life." She didn't say anything and only stared at me. “Life is short," I continued. "Five days… that's the only time left for me in this world." I smiled sadly. "But I still want to live. I don't want to go away. I still have a lot of things I want to do in life. But I won’t be able to do that." I let out another sigh. “I badly want to have a second chance but it is impossible now. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I ask for another chance, this is already the end for me. But it's not the case with you." I smiled at her. "You still have al

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

network—a web that bypasses the old corporate hubs] The Global Reaction By 8:00 AM, the planet was in a state of "Orderly Chaos." The "Second World" had begun. Without the central servers of the Trident Group or the Reed-Hawke Foundation to dictate the value of a currency or the legitimacy of a debt, people were looking at each other for the first time in a century.

Once she brought back the supplies, it was time for all business and forget about everything else from earlier. “Alright guys, let’s get started. Just open up you presentation deck to the first slide. Project Second Chance is ready to start.”

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"To be honest with you, a show or conscience is one of the characteristics of a weak man. However you want to see it, Melissa. You can tell that it is true. You tend to grow a conscience when you feel, when you think that the people who wrong you tend to have a second chance to redeem themselves. And in as much as that might be true, the current state of the world does not give us two lives to live. So does that mean, as human as we are, do we give other people second chances? Can we compare ourselves to the vast nature of the world?" She said nothing at this point. Just kept looking at my face as if some answer might suddenly sprout forth for her to use against me. So I egged on. "I saw thi

Nothing good ever happens to me. I take some deep breaths and I put my shoes on. I opened the door and the scent hits me again. I give a couple of steps and I stop in front of her door taking in her smell. I shake my head telling myself this can’t happen and I walk downstairs towards outside. There’s a big tent in the back garden of the house and I can hear people talking. The noise is defining. The pack was sent to only had the elders unmarked. I never got to mark Emily. A year appears on the corner of my eye and I shake all those thoughts away from my head as I walk inside the tent.

A third heartbeat began. Then a fourth. Then hundreds. Thousands. The sealed first world began filling with heartbeats. The dead were waking. Evelyn stared at the impossible darkness. The woman's voice whispered: “You wanted everyone to stay.” A crack appeared across the sky. “You finally got your wish.” The first world opened. Thousands of dead Evelyns stepped through. Behind them came dead Kaels. Dead Elis. Dead Remiels. Dead Lucians. All of them stared at Evelyn. All of them whispered the same word.

“People like you who do things without thinking and believe a simple sorry can change everything. He leaned forward, pinning me with an icy glare. “The world doesn’t revolve around you so you better start acting like it.” “Alex,” I called out, sadness evident in my eyes. “It’s Mr. Hernandez for you. We’re not that close,” he corrected, his tone firm and distant. I swallowed hard feeling like a chastised child. “I’m sorry, Mr Hernandez. He leaned back in his chair, his expression still rigid. “Good. Now let’s get down to business.” “I am with the previous file, the one I did earlier before I had to make changes, so it’s different from the one you rejected. I could just send it to you if it’s

"Okay, I will repeat it one more time. Please listen carefully, so there will not be any fights between us, because I dislike repeating my words more than twice. I told you earlier, what if we—" ***