Second Chances Novels & Stories

But this man, this incredible man who continues to make me happy, who continues to make my life better than I thought it could be, just keeps giving me gifts. I know he’s afraid. So am I. But this gift is too precious to waste. I feel like the Moon Goddess if giving me a second chance at happiness, a second chance at life and I’m not going to pass it up. So while I know that Dimitri is terrified of losing me, I know that I’ll suffer whatever pain is necessary to bring this child into the world so that we can continue to celebrate our lives together, giving our child the happiness that he or she deserves. “There is one possible positive in all of this,” Dr. Akeso says.

I inhaled sharply. That's right. I had prayed—prayed hard. "Please, God, if I could just have one more chance, I'd make the best out of it. I might still do bad things, but I'd live differently than I lived this terrible life! I won't make the same mistakes twice! I'll be the best version of myself this world has ever seen!" The priest's gaze didn't waver. "You were granted a second chance," he said simply. "So don't lead a life that goes wrong in a borrowed body."

“Enough about me…Tell me what’s got my pretty ward worried?” Mira told Eldora about Jack’s parents and her dilemma. She sighed heavily as she finished “I know… I know… no pain, no gain… that’s heaven’s will.” “Yes… but…” Eldora’s lips curled slyly “there are always exceptions.” “Huh?” Mira lifted her eyes towards Eldora, within them, confusion slowly giving way to hope. “You have used heaven’s gift or rather second chance wisely.” Eldora explained. “You’ve earned a few merits.”

She breathed. "And his posh accent?" "That had me weak in the knees too. I need to cool off." She fanned herself with her hands. "But you are still going on that second date right?" "Yeah going to give him a second chance to redeem himself and knock me out with an orgasm or two." She winked when I made a barf face. "And when that happens, please remember to keep the details to yourself." I scrunched up my face. "I will definitely be telling you just to see that expression again. Now enough about me, how was your lunch date with Kyle's mom?"

“Go on or have you lost your word?" "Alex, I'm just apologizing here. We don't need to rehash the past,” "Then you're not ready for forgiveness." He declared, shutting me down "Alex..." I tried again desperately "It's Mr. Hernandez,” he corrected harshly. “Let me know when you're ready to explain yourself." When we arrived home, I found the courage to ask something I wanted to ask. "Mr. Hernandez, you treat others better than me. Can you extend me that same basic decency? I’m not asking for something different.”

“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.

Looking amused, Tyler asked with a bewitching smile. “You…” Kelsey turned red in the face. Tyler plucked her chin up, his eyes ravaging. “We can do it again.” As he spoke, his scorching breath, laced with raw masculinity, brushed against her skin. Kelsey trembled. Captivated by his charm, she nodded without a second thought. “Sure.” Tyler froze in disbelief. “What did you say? Meeting his shocked gaze, Kelsey gave another nod. “I said sure.” Now that God had given her a second chance at life, she had no reason not to hang on to the man who loved her dearly.

“But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.” Elowen held that gaze for one long moment, then turned slightly - just enough to show she was aware of the dais and the court beyond it. The banners fluttered faintly with the movement of air through high doors. The sound of distant bells - announcement bells, ceremonial bells - threaded through the hall, low and inevitable.

Something deeper. Something bigger. The sky above cracks again. Not wide. Not open. But enough. A thin line. Silver. Alive. My breath catches. No. I was trying to close it. Not open it. The figure smiles. And this time, I understand why. Because I did not seal the door. I just knocked on it again. And something on the other side… is answering.

“Fix the past? Undo the years of neglect? Undo the lies, the manipulation, the betrayal?” Her words burned, each one a flame against the tender skin of his ego and heart. He flinched back slightly, guilt and shame pressing down like an avalanche. “I… I know I can’t undo any of it. But I can… I can try now! Please. Just give me a chance, give me a chance to try! Just…allow me make it right!”