Second Story Novels & Stories

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.”

“Don’t strain yourself. I know it doesn’t come naturally to you.” He smiled. The staircase to the second floor was covered in a dark runner. Along the walls were several black-and-white photographs of different cities: Rome, New York, Dubai, London, maybe Abu Dhabi. No faces. No smiling families. Just buildings, empty streets, shadows. Zach in architectural form. The library was at the front of the second floor.

I call out her name again but I still don't get any answer. So I make my way up to the second floor, this floor has three things, the Alpha and Luna’s quarters and a huge ass library. I had the library put in when I took over as Alpha. I only kept the Alpha and Luna’s quarters and t,hen I had everything else demolished and t,he library was built.

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!"

Confront them or run and hide? I am not yet ready to confront them. I don't know the backstory and I cannot jump to conclusions. This is my life. I cannot let my shrewd talks get in the way. I must handle this in a more mature way. I walked into the restaurant and watched them go towards the elevator. He is taking her to our room? If so, he is not doing anything wrong. Or what if he takes her to a different room? There is no way I could go in the same elevator. Luckily that elevator is made of glass just like in our home. I watched them lift up to the fifth floor and get down. That is where our suite is.

I looked at the mess around me, dried my tears, and started packing my bags quietly. In this second chance at life, I would not let them threaten me anymore. Eric and I were high school sweethearts. I had a crush on him for four years, and we got engaged in our second year of college after I nearly died saving him from drowning. In my previous life, I knew he had feelings for Yvonne, even though she did not show much interest in him. I thought that once we were married, he would realize what kind of woman truly deserved his love.

Listen to Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers feat Cold play. And; How Did We - Skylar Stecker' for the last scene of this story. - Seven years later... Newyork, Rochester. "Come in." I command, after a knock came in three rows. The giant ironlike aluminum doors of my second office on the thirty-fifth floor, opens swiftly, and closes shut quietly, as someone enters and tries to maintain a professional look, but his legs are dancing out of nervousness.

Coffee spilled everywhere, instantly filling the air with the cloying sweetness of vanilla. The entire cafe fell silent. Lindsay looked back and forth between Lionel and me, dazed. Lionel remained standing at the doorway, as if nailed to the spot. I slowly rose to my feet and walked toward him. The spilled coffee snaked across the floor by his feet, like a dream that had never truly belonged to me. I stopped in front of him and, for the last time, looked up above his head. In first place was Lindsay, in second place was his mother, and third—me.

After taking a full minute to respond, her voice was icy and distant. “You are right. I am no one’s plaything. Not even yours. Nor am I a maid, or a personal assistant, or anything else that you have called me. And just so we are clear, I am not exactly thrilled with being your second-choice or your secret either.” “Jenna ----” “No, Danny. Stop. We haven’t talked in two weeks –-“ “Because you wouldn’t pick up the phone --- “

My heart skipped a few beats as I walked in. “Jenny, this is Tessa Williams our new Marketing Director,” Jason introduced us. “I just finished setting up Ms. Tessa’s information on our answering system, just hit number nine to retrieve your messages in the future Ms. Tessa,” she said. “Great job, Jenny.” Jason said. “Thank you,” I replied to her and followed Jason to the elevator. He explained, “The first floor is just for reception and lobby areas. The second and third levels are attorney offices, the third is for our paralegals and the break room. We’ll stop there so I can give you the tour.”