Second Time's A Charm Novels & Stories

************** 2 Days later ************** I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say or do once I met with Elena's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Badmus. However, I nudged myself to go ahead after all Elena would be there with me, we would be making our relationship official and also inform them of our pregnancy. I hoped they would be kind and sweet to me as my parents were to Elena.

"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."

That I would not see her again until far into the future. She had given me a second chance. I would take this second chance and not waste one second, one minute, or one day of it. THE END

The human girl who should have been nothing more than Marcus charity case. His eyes slid toward the crowd, landing on Sasha. She sat near the front, her dark dress glittering under the lanterns, her lips curved in a smile that looked sharp enough to cut. She tilted her chin, a silent message meant only for him to decipher: This should have been us. His stomach churned in dread. He wanted to cross the clearing, tear down the altar, shout out his rejection. But his father’s voice still rang loudly in his ears, it was iron-clad and unyielding: The bond is sacred. You must honor it.

My timing was limited, and the plan hinged on accuracy. I lay low for the night in the kitchen shadows, feigning a search for treats when the omega began making his coffee. "Who is the coffee for?" I had asked, knowing full well the reply. "Alpha Rick," she'd said, putting down the mug. The instant her back was to me, I added the potion to the black coffee. Ten drops only. That was all it took. Love spells weren't about quick control, they were about manipulation, gentle and insidious. Rewriting emotions, curving loyalty, warping memories. When the omega served him the coffee, I went back to my room, I locked the door.

How much did my wife once love me? The year we graduated from college, she spent two whole years trying to convince me to marry her. She proposed three times. The first time, I said no. The second time, I said no again. It wasn't until the third time that she gathered all our closest family and friends, then got down on one knee in front of everyone. She looked at me with a determination that left no room for hesitation. In the end, she won me over. On our wedding day, I gave her a small wooden box. Inside were exactly one hundred black metal tokens, neatly arranged in rows. I gave them a name. Second Chances. Whenever either of us did something that hurt our marriage or broke a promise, we

"60 seconds. That's all I need" "Ughhhh...okay. 60 seconds" "Thank you" "58 seconds left" "Oh, right" I felt the familiar tingling sensation from my toes straight to my head as True took over just like she always did. Not my whole body, just my mind and then my eyes would change colour. "Kiara, are you okay?" Calvin asked. "Guess what, it's not Kiara here" True replied "Hmm, what's your name, little wolf?" "One, I'm not a little wolf. Two, I'm True..."

Is there any truth to the saying that, "Once burned, twice shy, and the third time is a charm" It was a Halloween costume party and I really didn't want to be there, but the host and hostess were my best friends and they had insisted that I come. There would be too many men in attendance that I suspected of having spent time between the legs of my two ex-wives for me to be really comfortable, but Allison was sure that a good party would lift my spirits and she kept after me until I agreed to at least put in an appearance. I told her that I wouldn't come in a costume because I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be staying long and she pouted a bit and called me a party pooper and then she droppe

In her hand was a little bottle that was wrapped with white paper. “This is a charm too but has no negative effect, as you know. This charm will end the mate bond if both of you aren't mates. You will stop inhaling the scent and feeling the matebond, and she will also notice that the charm has been gotten rid of." She stretched her hand towards me, and I took it from her. “Once she takes it seven times, none of the charms will work again—no matter how many she does or takes again.” I exhaled deeply and nodded. “Seven times? How will she ingest it?”

Me: Look outside your window, Fireball. Charity: Fletcher? How’d you get my number? Me: An unlikely ally *wink emoji* Now look outside. The curtains rustle, before pulling back to reveal her in the window. She finds me easily, sending up a little wave. Letting my fingers fly across the phone screen I send another text her way. Me: Come down here? Charity:...I’m not so sure I can sneak away. Me: I can always come up there *winky-tongue emoji*