Second Chance Life Novels & Stories

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.”

she asked boldly. "I say it for life in general, Amaya. In our world, second chances mean death. Well, in the world of the common, mortal human, in which you are no longer, maybe they were an advantage, but here, the person who grants the second chance is the one who will always lose, and unfortunately, you can never give someone a chance to break you. Doing it means dying later..." It was damn true, maybe too much. "Are you so sure of that?"

Joel POV Sometimes people get second chances. It is my experience that it is rare and doesn't at all follow the cliches we always hear about getting a do-over. ‘As long as you have breath in your body, you still have time for another chance..’ ‘Every moment of your life is a second chance…’ These are absolutely not true. Second chances take a lot more than just being able to suck in air. They take time and commitment to change. They take willpower and gratitude at the highest level.

With her new life seemingly playing out similarly to the last, she was certain it would go her way. In my previous life, I had conceived two black-finned mer-children just three days after consummating my marriage with Sheldon. Caroline had not conceived until six months later, and even then, it was only a red-finned offspring. However, despite her status as a Pregnancy Maiden, she was never strong enough to produce black-fins. I smiled calmly. "Then, I wish you many children and a long life, dear sister." I was not upset. Not in the least.

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 think about that night every single day." The room was quiet. Nadia looked at me for a long moment. Then she said, "Everyone deserves a second chance." I looked at her. "Not a second chance at the same things," she said carefully. "Not a chance to undo what's been done. That's not how it works and anyone who tells you otherwise is lying." She held my gaze steadily. "But a second chance to be different. To take what you know now and carry it differently. To make choices in the next situation that you didn't make in the last one." She paused. "That chance exists for everyone. Including people who don't feel like they've earned it."

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

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.

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."

“Perhaps, I made exceptions for you Rahul.” His eyes sunk in horror. “I've never killed that slowly before. You broke the record.” “But let me make this clear to you,” I told him. “Antonio. Doesn't. Fuck. With. Time.” “You have ten seconds.” I started to count. “You know,” Lisa started. 10 “You better agree.” 9 “He is going to shoot you anyway.” 8 “But your wife might survive.” 7 “Might?” his voice broke. 6 “He could get the password you know.”