Second Chance Scratch Off Novels & Stories

- No this can not happen, I had a mate already, you can not be my mate. - I know baby, John told me everything, he rejected you, but I am your second chance mate and I want you to be happy. I feel blessed to have you as my mate baby, I want to give you everything that he did not give you, please give me a chance, I will do anything. Please, baby. He begged me, and I was finally having a chance to be happy with my mate, I want to be happy, and I want to give him a chance, but I did not trust him completely.

“Abel...please.” And, she found Abel holding her hand in a split second. “I don't know what happened in the past with Molly's dad and I don't want to know. I want you to give yourself a chance. Another chance to experience what's it like to date someone again. To feel loved because I love you Madeline. And, if you would give me a chance to show you, you won't get hurt because I would never think of ever hurting you.” His eyes were genuine as he said those words firmly without breaking.

She shrugged and went for coffee. While I was tidying up the kitchen, I noticed something on the tailgate. A fine scratch, as if by a nail. Dark brown at the edges. I touched. Dry. Old. But not enough. I looked into the forest again. Daylight didn’t make things any less threatening; it just made the shadows sharper.

Unexpectedly, Rebecca had the audacity to show up at my doorstep, shamelessly wailing outside the Hale Group's building. "I was blind before! I couldn't see the scheme those two snakes were running. Tyler, I've thought about it for the past five years, and I've learned so much! People shouldn't trample on others' sincerity. I've made up my mind—I will be completely devoted to you. Tyler, forgive me for the mistakes I made unknowingly! Please give us another chance. I know now that everything you did was to make me realize the truth. I'm wide awake now. I really know I was wrong, and from now on, I'll love you with all my heart!"

Caroline thrashed around and screamed, "There's still another! Doctor, bring me my other baby! If anything's wrong with my black-finned child, I'll have your heads for it!" The poor doctor turned pale at her words. "P-Princess, just a bit more. The second baby's almost here!" Soon, it arrived. Panting, weak, Caroline clutched the blankets. "Quick! Show me my black-finned mer-child!" The doctor wiped the sweat from his brow and swaddled the child. He then brought it to her. "No! This can't be true!" Caroline screamed. She stared at the red-finned mer-child in the doctor's hand and passed out on the spot.

"Ten dollars? No way! Did you read it wrong? Check it again! "No way it's only ten dollars! I'm supposed to win 100 million dollars!" The manager had no choice but to scan the lottery ticket again. This time, his voice sounded firm. "It's ten dollars. There's no mistake. This set of numbers is off by one digit from the winning number." Vincent pulled out the second lottery ticket he had forced me to buy. He checked it again and again. It didn't hit a single number.

“Earlier, I won half a million grand, and with my house deed added in, that’s about a million. I’m not taking advantage of you.” That was exactly what Taylor wanted to hear. She swore to herself she’d win this one back no matter what. This time, she didn’t do any dramatic posing or chanting. She focused completely, listening to the dice, shaking with precision. However, unless she had X-ray vision, it was still luck in the end. Four fives, one two, and one three—twenty-five points. I lifted mine to find six sixes again, though no vertical stack this time. The Panamera was now mine.

he called in a slightly louder voice. The girl turned towards the taxi that had been boarded because she felt someone had called her. Abby realized that the driver was holding up two banknotes. A woman with the Scorpio zodiac shook her head, making the other person confused. “No. I intentionally gave it to you. Take it, sir." "Thank you, Miss."

He tried again, but slower this time. PASSWORD INCORRECT — 1 ATTEMPT LEFT BEFORE LOCK. “No, no, no, that small boy must have written it wrong!” He typed it one last time, sweating. ENTER. The screen went black. Then loud, stupid music started playing: BABY SHARK DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO. A website popped up, taking over his whole screen. It was bright pink. Big, bold letters flashed: CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE WON 1 MILLION DOLLARS!

"Don't be calling me stingy now, Henry. I'll have you know that this scratch-off lottery ticket is worth a million dollars!" Jessica Boone declared. "I already scratched half the numbers, which means I helped you eliminate half of the wrong options, too. The rest is in your hands, and you get to keep whatever you get." Out of habit, I took the half-scratched ticket before coming to my senses and hastily tossing it aside. I looked up at the wall clock. It read 11:00 pm—exactly 30 minutes before I died.