Second Chance Scratch Off Novels & Stories

She repeats the number. I dig my tickets out of my back pocket. Five, three, seven, two, two, two. Five, three, seven, two, two, one. And the last one, five, three, seven… holy fuck. I double and triple-check the last three digits. “Anybody here have that number.” She repeats it a third time. “Me.” Nobody hears my squeak. I raise my voice and my arm, with the tiny white ticket clasped tightly in my fingers. “I won.”

I couldn't talk Julie out of it, so I pulled out ten dollars and purchased a random scratch-off ticket. I was still looking at my phone, responding to Mom's text, when I scratched off the coating. Suddenly, Julie pinched my arm, making me yelp in pain. "What's up?" Julie pointed at the scratch-off ticket, her lips trembling just the way they had when she saw the gold back then. I looked down at the ticket. First prize. It was a total of 50 million dollars. Julie and I stood in the mall walkway as people walked past us. No one knew that the young couple standing in the corner had just won 50 million dollars.

I could feel their eye raping me over and over again. “So, who will bid on her? I open the offer now!” One of the men raised his hand again. “Let us spend some time with her first! It seems she is inexperienced and we don't want to pay a price for her and then she turns out to be inexperienced” His crooked teeth sent shivers down my spine and I wanted to run, hide and never come out again. “Well, which virgin girls are experienced, gentlemen? If you don’t want to bid on her, you can pass up this opportunity.”

the young man announced. At first, I didn't plan to participate, being here for work reasons. But Alex gave me a pointed look, so I reached in and drew out a slip of paper like the other guests. Once everyone had selected a number, the server returned to the front. "Thank you all for your patience. Now, let's reveal the winner of tonight's grand prize..." He made a show of mixing up the basket dramatically. "The winning number is...27!" My heart leaped into my throat as I glanced down at the number 27 written on my slip. No way...

“Almost two years.” Laura’s eyes glimmer with sadness. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” “It’s okay.” Silence envelops us again for a long moment before she asks, “And what does that mean for us?” Her brows crease in confusion. I clear my throat. “I’m as surprised as you are. Second-chance mates are known to be a myth. But something happened, and we’ve both been directed towards each other for a reason.” She swallows harshly and stares at me for a few seconds. “Everything is hard to grasp when Alex kept a lot from me.”

He casually pointed at a pink color and said, "Yes, it's this one." Miley said with a teasing smile, "That's the wrong answer. Please give me ten thousand dollars and guess once more." This time, he had to pay ten thousand dollars for a second chance to guess without a direct pass? Cyrus took out ten thousand dollars and guessed the second color, but it was still wrong. It wasn't until the fourth that he finally guessed it right. "Congratulations! The first segment has come to an end. Please tell us the names of the tools below for the second segment."

If they knew, they would only push me into attending another second-chance evening. I had once made the mistake of going. The set-up resembled human speed dating: women seated at tables while men moved from one to the next. The difference was that we wolves spent those five minutes holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, searching for a connection. Once past the age of thirty, the mate bond is no longer overwhelming, though faint traces of it can still be found. No one truly knows what those ‘hints’ are, as they manifest differently for everyone. That evening had been the longest and most uncomfortable of my life.

Julia “A second chance,” he murmured, his steely gaze soft and pleading. “A second chance?” I echoed, chuckling dryly as I looked at him as though he'd just spouted another head. ”For what?!” I snapped. “After everything you've done, you still have the nerve to ask that?” I seethed, watching in contempt as his expression remained guarded. “Darling, I wasn't asking,” he scoffed, raising his hand and pushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear while his fingers lingered a second longer on my skin.

Breanna almost gasped, one thing she knew was that the man hated being touched. He looked from the hand on his to its owner with what Breanna almost recognized as contempt. "You are spinning for one of the prices on the wheel," She began pointing out the colored compartments on the wheel. "A two hundred dollar coupon at Lily's boutique in the mall, a free microwave, two tickets to the big football game on Friday, a fifteen percent discount on every Virony product bought here, a pair of sandals, a bouquet of flowers, party poppers and finally two free shirts." She turned to the crowd.

She held my hand again this time forcefully “You have to make sure he marks you if you want to live. If you die again you may never. In fact, you will never come back. Reincarnation only happens once. Find a way to make it happen that night” After that, very concentrations were lost. I thought of mating throughout the day as I mulled through the house waiting for night to come. I was everything from nervous to anticipatory. Even my friends noticed.