Second Time's The Charm Novels & Stories

I made a mental note to call her up as soon as I get home. "Charm, can you do me that just one tiny favor, please? You don't have to like the guy. Just come with me on Saturday." Charm said no the first time, but she sounded as though a bit interested. Finally, she said, "OK. I'll go with you but just this once. I saw that Albert before and I don't think we're a good match. " I squealed in delight and after chatting more about what to wear, we put down the phone. I then called up Alfred next and told him that Charm accepted the invite. "There you go. I know you can convince her. Albert will be so excited." After firming up the details of our double date, we said goodnight and put down the p

“Your mate rejected you a year ago. So how did he become your mate?” Charlotte lifted her chin defiantly. “Because he is my second chance mate.” I shook my head slowly. I knew it, Charlotte was lying. She might have been manipulated into agreeing to this wedding. “Second chance mates are one in a million, Charlotte. Do you really think—” “I am that one in a million,” she cut me off sharply. Her eyes were steady, unwavering. Tensio filled the air suddenly. Zac might have felt that certain heaviness too.

“You will put the charm down. Now.” For the first time all morning, Mrs. Caldwell looked unsure. Her nose flared, but she set the charm back on the counter with shaking fingers. Sienna nodded toward the manager. “Package that exact charm. For Layla.” “I… I will do that immediately,” he said, fumbling for gloves. Rebecca reached for the charm. “No,” Sienna snapped. “You don’t touch it.” The woman recoiled like she’d been slapped. The younger attendant stepped forward timidly. “Mrs. Hawthorne, please, let’s resolve this quietly. We can offer you a discount on any item you like, private appointments, complimentary pieces—”

“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?”

Diane is so nice it's almost too good to be true and her friendship with Kiara is so cherished❤️sooo cute. Love you guys 🦋❤️

Just then, Xena walked in carrying a thermal container. Her eyes landed on the charm in Scott’s hand, and she froze. She recognized it instantly. It was the kind of charm you could only get by kneeling step by step all the way up Sunrise Chapel. Years ago, when Charlotte’s mother Sue had fallen seriously ill, Desmond had made that exact pilgrimage to pray for her and brought back the same kind of charm. But in the end, Sue hadn’t made it. The memory made Xena’s lashes tremble. Her chest tightened with a wave of sadness.

Everything is real. Just yesterday, I was just that Alpha... That Alpha that was revenge driven... That Alpha that didn't care about any fucking thing other than making Linda Cooper seed suffer. But today, it's a different story... It's me and her... Dressed in suit and the finest gown exchanging vows for the second time. Ever heard of second time charm? This is my charm. And in that kiss, I pour all the regrets, all the pain, all the hope, and every ounce of love I have into her. When I finally pull back, her eyes are glassy, and her hands don't let go.

Charlie with his homely wife, gorgeous as a rose in the sunset and fiery like the thorn. He was one hundred percent sure he would never have another woman in this lifetime. He loved her with all of his heart, not for just her looks but her personality and her heart of gold that made her a gem. But still, looking and admiring another woman wouldn't kill him. He liked the look of the new Jessica. He wished he could just have her too. But it wasn't in him. He was faithful. His temptation never got the better of him. He would just admire the view from a distance. Look but not touch was what Charlie did.

By the time Charity returned after the third dance and the fourth guy at the table declined a dance with her, Mark was about ready to hop out his chair and go over but she turned and looked right at him and then strutted over. It was so bizarre, he thought to himself as he saw absolutely no flicker of recognition on her face. "Hey, gorgeous," she said as she sat on the arm of his chair, and he knew there and then it wasn't Felicia. It was her voice. It was different. A completely different tone. Different accent. More husky and a little more Southern than Felicia's Manhattan twang. "Your name's Charity, right?" Mark said, more for a way of starting the conversation off.

I pouted, attempting to scowl at Julian, but my grin betrayed me. Julian chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're acting like a child," he teased. "How will I introduce you to my family with that behavior?" I rolled my eyes, pretending to be annoyed. "I can act two-faced, you know?" I retorted, planting my hands on my hips. "Not only you can do that. I can face them with a serious expression, and I can also face them like this—" I gestured to my current pose, "—whichever they prefer me to be."