Second Chance Romance Trope Novels & Stories

Like, I don't know how to do it😂 I've never read it before, so, I think you understand me now😭😂I'm sure the last two paragraphs were terrible af😔buttt, I'm trying my best 😂Just accept me like that, I'm not a romantic soul😂🤲🏾Anyway, there's only one more chapter left till the epilogue🤩 Stay glued to your phones😂 Love you guys🦋♥️

First date,(sort of) **************** Narrators pov **************** Anthony and Emma left the mansion for their own home a few minutes past nine at night. He was happy to see his family again and looked forward to his date with Elena. He didn't know if she had remarried or not but he noticed she still had her wedding ring on. For what it was worth, he hoped to get back his wife and child if they were willing to come with him. But, he would understand if Elena wasn't interested in the marriage again.

He moved closer, his breath warm against my skin. “Scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours.” He said as he’s hands slowly went up my skirt and into my underwear. ***PRESENT DAY*** And that was how it all started. Their meetings became a regular thing. Until that day…

He’s never shown that kind of interest in any woman before, definitely never said that someone was sent by his dead mother to watch over him. I don’t like how nervous she is around me, though perhaps that’s because she doesn’t know me yet. She’s been on her own for a long time and then she was injured, her wolf is silent, and she realized she’s found her second chance mate. Maybeshe's realized that. Without her wolf, she wouldn’t know for sure, which could also be part of the problem. She’s having to take my word for it.

"Open the door, Arielle. The floor is cold. My fever might come back. Or do you want Miss Bella to care for me all night?" "Even my dog likes you," Arielle cried harder. "This isn’t fair. You have no right to walk into my life and ruin everything!" She glanced around the room, her eyes falling on the opulent honeymoon suite his parents had arranged for them. It was in a little town famous for its cozy and romantic vibe, a perfect destination for newlyweds. But to Arielle, it felt more like a prison cell. Who wanted to get to know this annoying man anyway? Her gaze dropped to the wedding band on her finger. She was Mrs Zachary Hawthorne now, for better or worse. The damage was done and there

But within seconds, her phone buzzed. Cora: Excuse me, WHAT am I looking at? Cassie grinned, already picturing Cora’s wide eyes. Cassie: Apparently, this is Arden’s way of saying sorry. Another ping. Cora: Girl… that’s not an apology, that’s a proposal. Cassie laughed, sinking into a chair. Cora: I wish a man would ghost me, then send a diamond my way. You win. Cassie stared at the message for a long moment, biting her lip to stop the stupid smile spreading across her face. Then she picked something.

With a voice choked with emotion, he said, "To fix all the mistakes I made back then, will you consider my proposal and give me a second chance to make things right, Clara? Including giving you and Layla the happiness you deserve?" My breath caught in my throat. A storm of emotions swirled within me, unfamiliar feelings crashing against the shores of my heart. Outside the glass wall of the restaurant, the sunlight seemed to dance with an extra radiance, as if the very world outside was rejoicing with us in this moment. Slowly, I nodded my head.

She kept talking, "After what happened at the bridal shop, I started to doubt Connor. I hired someone to look into all those incidents between you two. "I found… none of it was your fault. I was wrong to blame you before. Please forgive me. Just… give me another chance." She grabbed my arm again. I scoffed, yanking it free. This apology was what I'd waited for in my last life. I'd hoped for it, practically begged for it. But now? I didn't need it. I had no intention of forgiving her. I would only be satisfied when she felt the same pain I once did.

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.

She stretched an open palm toward me and asked, “Do you believe in second chances?”