Second Chance Novels & Stories

This story is all about boys love. Love is not gender biased. It's all about feeling how we feel towards someone especial. Everyone gets second choice to correct the mistake . Ryan also gets the second chance to get back his soulmate. But does he really make this chance in the right way or just spoils it again and left regretted rest of his life. Parth who loves him unconditionally, tries all possible ways to get his love but love is all about putting equal efforts from both side.

Better safe than sorry. “We’ll have eight small peanut butter explosions to go, please.” Alicia took out his wallet. “Not four large?” the teen behind the window asked. “It’s cheaper that way.”

“This isn’t heaven. This isn’t hell. You’re in between — where the unremarkable, the wasted, and the undeserving come to prove themselves.” Its gaze swept over all of us like a spotlight, freezing me in place. “You begged for second chances,” it continued. “You cried about regrets. You wished for do-overs. So here we are! Your wish granted. All you have to do…” It paused, that grin never faltering. “…is win.”

Cindy said smiling. “yup... so Cindy Truth or Dare?" Stella asks for Cindy to smile. "Truth. I can't dare now" Cindy said smiling. “OK, my question is what is that situation that you'd like to change if you're given a second chance to change? Stella asked as everywhere fell into silence. "Arrmm. falling in love with someone else fiancé, I regretted it and if I'm given a second chance, I would learn to know that sometimes it's just supposed to be for fun not to take to heart" Cindy said smiling as she bent her head.

“It’s painful but you’ll then be released from the bond. You won’t be feeling the things you’ve been feeling for me again.” “Would you get another mate?” Hope asked. I shrugged. “If it was in the will of the goddess,” I said. “They’re called second chance mates and they’re really rare. When you reject a gift from her it doesn’t make her all that keen to bless you again.” I smiled ruefully. “Is that what you’re wanting, Hope? Do you want to reject me?”

she breathed, her eyes drifting downwards until her gaze rested on his chest. Silence and tension filled the air between them, and Jada's eyes flickered with vulnerability, her fingers trembling slightly as they grazed the fabric of his shirt. Her gaze finally lifted to meet his once more, filled with earnestness. "I know I can't undo the past, Chase," she whispered. "But now that I have been granted a second chance to live, I want a second chance to have you... I want to make things right. I want to earn your trust again if you'll let me."

She said her goodnights before leaving my room, shutting the door behind her carefully as if afraid I might snap and attack her again. I sat there motionless, unable to move or speak. I didn't want to, yet I couldn't find the strength nor energy to move away from my spot at all. How many times in my lifetime did I dream about having a normal life? Yet everything about me seemed so wrong. Everything about me screamed trouble and I didn't deserve a second chance like this. ******* Emily’s POV

“Hello, good evening ladies and gentlemen. I’m Vivian Gabriel and I am your host for tonight We’ve got a unique treat for you: a dancing auction! You will bid on a dancing partner, and the highest bidder will win. All proceeds go to our chosen charity. So, let’s begin! Who would like to start?" Ryan's hand shot up immediately. "Five thousand dollars for a dance with Sophie," he called out, his voice confident while pointing at me. A murmur rippled through the crowd at the opening bid. I felt my cheeks flush, embarrassed by the attention. "Five thousand dollars from the gentleman in the navy suit," Vivian announced. "Do I hear a higher bid?" There was a moment of silence, and just as Vivian w

Her eyes were still wide and her mouth was hanging down having no idea what had just happened. “No! Oh my God! W-what do I say to Made? She's going to kill me. Oh gosh! Why did this happen? Oh my God!” Ava ran back to the store and questioned the passerbys if they jotted down the license plate of the car that kidnapped her niece. Nobody was able to provide vital details except at the car was an old Mercedes Benz. She felt dizzy and couldn't even imagine to think what Madeline would say and how she would react.

Everyone wanted a connection to them. Coincidentally, this poor, blind girl shared the same name, but she could barely move through the world on her own. I looked at her blank eyes with pity and spoke softly, "I'm Caleb Vaughn, from Vaughn Enterprises. I'm sorry for dragging you into that mess today. I can get you the best doctors to treat your eyes, but only if you agree to marry me. If you're willing, just nod." She nodded. I didn't make a show of it. There was no need for dramatics.