Segunda Chance Novels & Stories

"When you have asked for a second chance, there is no turning back. You have to keep walking forward even if it's hard for you. Because there won't be a third chance or so on. This is a second chance that you can only get once in your lifetime. So can you make good use of it?" Max nodded quickly. "I will make the most of the chance you have given me." He then stood up and looked at me for a long time. "Thank you for giving this bastard another chance.” Then the cheers of all the Wild Hurricanes members rang out. It was a much-needed cheer for now. At least for Max and the promise he just made. And for the first time, I felt that giving a second chance wasn't as scary as I thought.

Not a chance in hell. ******

But what was the worst that could happen? They’d say no. Which, last I checked, didn’t kill people. I leaned back in the booth, staring at the ad glowing on my cracked screen. “This is it,” I whispered. My voice came out shaky. “My second chance.” Of course, I had no idea what kind of man—or family—was waiting on the other end of that ad. But I was about to find out.

"I can’t believe you have the nerve to ask me. My company only hires college graduates. And even if they didn't, I don't help people who cheat and lie, Jamie." ​I felt the rejection in my bones. I threw my phone across the bed, tears streaming. He was right. I deserved that. I almost gave up looking right there. ​But then, the next morning, he sent another message. Short and crisp. ​"Go to Izakaya Mori. Ask for Mark, the manager. Tell him I sent you. Don’t be late." ​Larry hadn't forgiven me, but he hadn't left me drowning either. I rushed to the restaurant, and Mark, a young man with unnervingly sharp eyes, interviewed me and offered me a waitress position. It was a lifeline.

Elena said to the waiter who jotted down her order “And you sir, what would you be having.” “Fried rice with oven-roasted chicken, make it spicy. With vegetable salad.” “Anything else sir.” “Wine, your best wine. We are celebrating.” “Okay sir.” the waiter hurried away “What are we celebrating” “Us.” “Oh!” ‘Thank you Elena for giving our marriage a second chance.’ “It's mostly about the kids, they deserve a normal home.” “What about us Elena, don't we deserve some happiness.” his intense look bore into her soul.

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.”

Joel POV Sometimes people get second chances. It is my experience that it is rare and doesn't at all follow the cliches we always hear about getting a do-over. ‘As long as you have breath in your body, you still have time for another chance..’ ‘Every moment of your life is a second chance…’ These are absolutely not true. Second chances take a lot more than just being able to suck in air. They take time and commitment to change. They take willpower and gratitude at the highest level.

she get to know everything. Ah..so i indeed was given a second chance ..like this??

Afuet coming back to life, she had read countless books about rebirth and reincarnation but it was said that in just cases, the reincarnates never found each other, the possibility of that happening was very low. " I know of someone who managed to do it." Hazia stated confidently but Mira shook her head. " It's a one in a million Case, I can't be that lucky." What are the chances that in her next life she will find her way to him? " You are lacking faith in yourself. You are also one in a million of those who were given a second chance to Life. You should never lose faith and hope." Hazia said with a smile. She could understand why Mira was sceptical of the whole matter, even though she was

I heard Starr say, trying to reassure me. We bonded well these past few days. I'm happy we settled our differences. I sat down in the corner of my cell waiting patiently. When I was just about to doze off, I heard the basement door open. Immediately I was on my feet. I stood near the door and plastered myself to the wall to avoid being seen. When the person came to the cell door, I quickly grabbed the person's head and banged it against the door severely. The person wasn't prepared for it so, he didn't have time to attack back because I didn't stop banging his head. Suddenly the body went still and I dropped it.