Second Time Is The Charm Novels & Stories

Always returning. Sirius. Always north. Always her. Harvey I get up from the armchair and turn off the lamp. The library goes dark. I look out the window and find the star without difficulty. Sirius. Always constant. Always faithful. Sirius. Always north. Always her. Evie I look out the kitchen window. Sirius is there. As it always has been. As it always will be. Sirius. Always north. Always her. The three think the same phrase at the same time.

"Cheryl, will you marry me? Not because of your father's expectations. Not because of pressure to escape anything. Just… For me." I thought I would hesitate, but I did not. I knew, with complete clarity, that I wanted to be with the man in front of me. "I will." Barnabas froze for a second. Then, he was so overwhelmed that he fumbled several times before finally sliding the ring onto my finger. "I've rehearsed this moment in my head for almost twenty years," he said softly, almost choking. ... The moment we got back to the hotel, my phone started buzzing nonstop.

“Thank you, Babe. That’s why I love you so much.” “I love you more,” Taylor said, winking. She kissed his cheek. “I love you so much, I married you.” Taylor smirked, eyes narrowing. “I love you so much, I’d marry you twice.” Charlie raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Oh really? You’d marry me twice?” Taylor chuckled, holding Adrianna. “I’d marry you a hundred times if it meant I got to spend forever with you.” Charlie turned tomato-red. “Well, aren’t you full of sweet words today?”

“Thank you, Babe. That’s why I love you so much.” “I love you more,” Taylor said, winking. She kissed his cheek. “I love you so much, I married you.” Taylor smirked, eyes narrowing. “I love you so much, I’d marry you twice.” Charlie raised an eyebrow, teasing. “Oh really? You’d marry me twice?” Taylor chuckled, holding Adrianna. “I’d marry you a hundred times if it meant I got to spend forever with you.” Charlie turned tomato-red. “Well, aren’t you full of sweet words today?”

Thankfully, no other desperate women approach me. Dishonorable man number one finds his way to Charlie within a matter of minutes. My ears perk up in the effort of listening to the conversation. Invisible shakes of my head due to confusion at the comment about lucky charms for breakfast is the least of my concerns. Unwillingly, my thoughts on how delicious she does look corrupt me. When the second man comes up to her, two sharp points protrude into my lower lip. The possessive creature slumbering inside is finding its way to the surface. Being in a dark secluded corner always works in my benefit.

"You have gotten me this time around Charles, how I was thinking maybe it's time to give you a break but unfortunately you have just commenced the second part of the game. To be continued...

Janice casually counted the slaps while checking her phone. After reaching a hundred slaps, she slowly said, "Alright, that's enough." Charmaine slumped on the floor, but she dared not cry. Janice looked over, her beautiful face resembling a ruthless beauty. "If I knew you'd mess this up badly, I'd have let you rot in prison." Charmaine's face went pale. She crawled forward. "I'm sorry! Please give me another chance. I'll do better next time!" Janice seemed gentle on the surface but was incredibly self-centered and cruel. Charmaine was no match for her. Janice smiled gently and helped Charmaine up.

“Seeing the way you treat me today... I regret even less giving you a second chance to come back into my life.” Calvin drew in a long breath, deeply inhaling the fragrance of his wife’s hair as gratitude swelled endlessly within his chest. “And I promise, Darling... for the rest of my life, I will never make you regret this precious second chance.”

“Then perhaps you've forgotten what today is.” “It's…m-my birthday,” I said, turning to look at her with blood trickling down my forehead. Patricia stared at me for two wild seconds before bursting out laughing like I said something funny. “Oh well,” she took a step forward, and cupped my cheeks. “Today isn't about your miserable existence,” she dug her nails deep into my skin. “My princess is coming home today with her boyfriend…” Right. How could I have forgotten? My step older sister, Selene, who was unfortunately named after the moon goddess, was coming home today.

It was the first time he was going that way in his conversations. “Well, Mr Blackwell, what a way to speak of your charm!” She breathed out, disbelief lacing her tone. “Charm is a reach, you should know that,” Damien continued and genuinely, he wanted to stop talking but he couldn’t help himself. “But then they keep coming back so I guess there has to be something they are coming back for. Do you want to guess?” Serena let her head fall back and laugh at the awkwardness and uniqueness that he was. “How are you both self depreciating and conceited?”