Second Chances Novels & Stories

Vaeh's POV “I pray you love like your momma And you forgive just like she does 'Cause when this life knocks you down I hope you get down on your knees 'Cause that's what I do, that's what I do When I pray for you Oh, when I pray for you I know you're gonna grow up some day But don't forget to take your time And take the time to call back home It ain't always gonna be easy It ain't always gonna be fair I know you ain't always gonna need me But I promise that I'll always be there I pray you love like your momma And you forgive just like she does 'Cause when this life knocks you down

“Did anyone else hear what I was saying?” “No, the door is closed and there are no other guests on this floor.” She said. “They are all on the lower floors.” She assured. “Oh, okay. Thank you.” “No need for thanks.” The female told her. “How... how do you know about a second chance?” Courtney hesitantly asked. “Well, I was given a second chance after I made many, many bad decisions that I hafta say that I am ashamed of too this day.” The female admitted.

The person who left you when you needed him the most, you want me to look for me. ‘Maybe he would have a perfect reason to do so!! And who knows, after listening to his side of the story, I might think of giving him a second chance? I believe in giving a second chance if the person deserves it or has learned from his mistake rather than breaking the relationship forever. And those people who think a second chance is given to make things right then, they are wrong about it. It simply means that a second chance is given to prove that they can be better even after they fall.’

“Calm down, Becca. There’s no rush. There’s still more than enough time to figure out what to do. I’ll like to tell you that there are different options, so don’t panic just yet, okay?” They talked some more and by the time she left his office, she felt a little better, even though she could still hardly credit the fact that a new life was growing inside her right at that moment. It all seemed so surreal. She could remember how she had longed to get pregnant after she had a miscarriage two years ago. To think that it was because she was pregnant that Ryan had married her and she ended up losing the baby a month after they got married. Now, the minute she divorced him and decided to move in w

Esmea, once a distant concept, now became a tangible reality. With each step, Yvette's journey became a celebration of second chances, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the capacity for renewal. As she embraced her family and the vibrant city around her, Yvette embarked on a voyage of rediscovery, savoring the beauty of the present and the promise of a future illuminated by the light of newfound sight.

he whispers. The words sound almost sacred. His hand finds mine. For the first time in what feels like forever. I squeeze back. And together we watch the tiny heartbeat flutter across the screen. A future. A second chance. A new beginning. Not built on guilt. Not built on grief. Built on a fresh start. And for the first time in a very long while, that feels like enough.

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.

My grandmother patted my shoulder, soothing me. "Nightmares always end." I nodded. Not everyone gets a second chance at life. But everyone has the chance to wake up from a nightmare. If you ever feel trapped in one, you must wake up and save yourself—no matter how many times it takes.

I say, the words spilling out of my mouth, as I drop to my knees, bowing my head to the ground on my hands, shaped in the circle I was taught to form in worship of the moon goddess. “Stand up, child. I have decided to grant your request.” She says, her magic pulling me to my feet. I sway from the power of it, yet never look away, entranced by her beauty. “What?” I whisper, confused as to what she must mean.” “You shall have a second chance.” She says. All of a sudden, she disappears in fog and then I’m falling into darkness again, the beautiful world gone in a flash. ***

"So, are you one of those who think they have to crush the enemy so they don't rise again... Are there no second chances in this life?" The question was not asked with ill intentions; it was genuinely sincere. However, it was based on ignorance and the privilege of being her father's hidden daughter. "No, there aren't... Second chances become precise moments for Karma to bite you in the butt, for betrayals to solidify some action, for those who want to take revenge on you to do it without any remorse and with much more potential than the first time."