Second Chance First World Novels & Stories

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She told Sandra, feeling a little shy for reasons she could not identify. “Oh, wow! I didn’t realize … Congratulations.” Sandra began and then trailed off, looking Becca over, as though she expected her stomach to shoot out all of a sudden. “Yeah. I hope you won’t mind giving me some pointers, though.” “Sure. Of course not. I take it it’s your first pregnancy.” “Well, I did have a miscarriage over two years ago, but I’m hopeful this one will stay,” Becca explained. It felt easy to talk to this woman. She had a way of making one feel at ease in her presence.

“... Believe me, it's not the end of the world Madeline.” Beatrice began but got alert when Madeline didn't respond. Her eyes moved from the table towards her belly. Her soft heavy breaths could be heard and finally she raised up her head to look at Beatrice. “...What do you mean it's not the end of the world for me? It is!...” “Please calm down...”

She won't be mocked by people anymore, especially her so-called ex-best friend, she has gained more strength from within. She had Carson to thank for all of these. She wouldn't have been here without the help of Carson, maybe she would have been long dead. She thought of how and what to repay him with, even as she tried to work on the project before her. Even after she had intended to take her life. Carson is giving her a reason to live again, Carson is giving her a second chance in life. He stands to motivate her on how she will achieve so much and never settle for Less.

It needs timing and sometimes, even that isn’t enough. But… second chances? Those belong to the brave. Thank you for reading, for feeling, for staying. And tell me? Do you believe some love stories deserve a second ending… or should some doors stay closed forever? With love, Silly Hearty. And please, please🥹 read my second book, it is called Second Chance Mate: The Biker Alpha Who Claimed Me Twice

Thanks for reaching the end of this book, Second Chance With A Billionaire. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Shout-out to @animallover who has been my top contributor. I love you so much, you're an angel. If you like my work, you can check out my other book: Complete: The Billionaire's Baby Mama: billionaire romance, escape after pregnancy, return after pregnancy, hate to love romance. The Alpha Contract Bride: contract marriage, marriage first, love second, enemy to love, Alpha and omega, hidden identity, mate

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.

I say, the words spilling out of my mouth, as I drop to my knees, bowing my head to the ground on my hands, shaped in the circle I was taught to form in worship of the moon goddess. “Stand up, child. I have decided to grant your request.” She says, her magic pulling me to my feet. I sway from the power of it, yet never look away, entranced by her beauty. “What?” I whisper, confused as to what she must mean.” “You shall have a second chance.” She says. All of a sudden, she disappears in fog and then I’m falling into darkness again, the beautiful world gone in a flash. ***

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."

It’s a really strange thing to think that yesterday I was in the hospital losing my baby. There was an attack that no one can really give me any information. The police have no information. I can barely make a statement because everything was dark. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this kind of pain honestly. I don’t understand why dealing with a constant fear of being attacked. This is the second time… I don’t understand what’s happening. I just want answers but on the same time maybe I don’t want answers?