Second Chances Novels & Stories

Something in Margaret’s shoulders came down, the particular release of a woman who had braced for considerably worse. “That’s more than I hoped for,” she said quietly. Camila, watching from her chair by the window, spoke up for the first time since the conversation had begun. “Second chances are strange things,” she said, her voice carrying the particular weight of a woman who had spent twenty-two years waiting for one herself. “You never quite believe you deserve them until you’re standing in the middle of one. I’d know something about that.” She looked at Margaret with something that wasn’t quite warmth but wasn’t unkindness either the recognition of one imp

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

I reached for a pair of scissors from my drawer and carefully cut a slit up the side, adding just the right amount of daring to the outfit. After admiring my handiwork, I quickly jumped into the shower. The water was refreshingly cold against my skin, waking up every nerve in my body. I wasn’t nervous—no, this was an opportunity. A man like Mihir could change my life. He had power, influence, and more money than I could ever dream of. If I played my cards right, I could secure a future for myself. Once I was out of the shower, I glanced at my phone and saw a missed call from Heather, followed by a text.

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.”

"Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much" "What? like a reaper? Harvest souls and all that shit....... Emmmm No thank you just send me on my way thank you." Michael shot back. "NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want."

Lenora asked, coming out of her thoughts. "I won't deny the fact that giving a second chance means forgiving him. But I have to. I can't be sitting here crying for his abuse. Everyone deserves a chance. And I felt he deserved it too. If he fails to use it, then it's not worth it. There shall be only two chances in a relationship. A third chance will be the start of the love and hate cycle. And that cycle may turn into regular, it would be uglier than before.

****** A second chance Gabe stood on the edge of the cliff, the cool morning air brushing against his face as he watched the horizon. A new day was dawning. He thought of those who had died—friends, innocents, all lost in the fight against an evil so ancient and powerful it had nearly consumed the world. But amid the sorrow, there was hope. A second chance. The rising sun bathed the landscape in pure golden light, warm and honest. Gabe looked down at the idol cradled in his hands. It was warm now, faintly humming as if something deep within it still breathed.

“If you can read my mind, why don’t you tell me what to do?” “I already did,” he uttered. “I told you to just walk, and I was glad you listened.” “Yeah, right! You gave me a second chance and I messed it up,” I said, tears starting brimming my eyes. “I did not even make it right,” He scoffed. “It was never given to make things right, Selene. Second chances are given so could do better even after you fall. It is a reminder that you can do better this time.”

"Levine-" "I trusted you with my own damn life. That friendship that we had, 5 years ago if I'm not mistaken- it's gone. It's ashes now. It's nothing but dust. And I don't recall any fucking thing, reviving ashes. Because that's what they simply are- ashes. So that girl who loved you and trusted you- is no longer there. I don't believe in second chances, and you being my once old friend- should know that. I'd appreciate it if you stopped rekindling things- cause it'll never, ever be the same. There's many reasons why I don't give out second chances, let me name a few since I've got nothing else to do. Reason number one, is that

After getting into a car accident, I'm left fully paralyzed and can only spend the rest of my days in a wheelchair. My mind also regresses to that of a three-year-old. However, my wife, Ingrid Sanford, doesn't abandon me. Instead, she quits her job and cares for me for six long years. During our hardest times, even when she has no money for food, she still makes sure I get the best medication she can afford. I can never forget how she sits by my bedside and holds my hand, whispering, "Don't be afraid, Nick. I'm not the kind of woman who will abandon you. Even if you end up being like this all your life, I will still always stay by your side forever. "But if you do get better, please don'