Segunda Chance Novels & Stories

“Look, Chloe, if you want to forgive them I will fully support you like I’m doing now. What I won’t do is sit here and convince you to do anything you clearly don’t want to do. You don’t seriously think you can be a saint while trying to take revenge, do you? Just take your time and think about what you really want–” “I don’t need time, Blake…I mean I already took much of my time thinking about what I really want. Now that I think about it, my request to have you convince me wasn’t absurd. Maybe I needed a good scolding to remind me of what this second chance at life is all about–” “Second chance at life?” Blake asked, confused. Chloe only smiled knowing no explanation would get him to under

The second was barely visible as his figure seemed to conceal it. “20,000 Herschel, I am not going above that” They seemed to be bargaining about something. “30” Another voice responded. “50” the tall man insisted, throwing his hands triumphantly into the air. I looked away from them, wondering why it was taking Alfred so long. My patience was growing thinner but the fact that it felt like I was being watched didn't help. I looked around me and at the exact spot the tall man stood was the second person who I wasn't able to see earlier, a small figure, a female.

With all the introductions done, Elena introduces three students from the class of 2022,who have already spent a year in their different schools on the Bankit program, asking them to each share some advice for the new intakes. I hardly listen to the first two, Khalid and Grace, as they drone on about how wonderful the program is. At the risk of sounding ungrateful, I’ve heard more than enough about how amazing and fantastic the Bankit scholarship is. Glancing at my watch, I am tempted to sneak out of the call. With only 24 people now on it, I see a few people have already done just that. But when the third student, Jamila, starts to speak, something in her sonorous, refined tone piques my in

The way my blow landed sat heavy in his eyes, like I’d ripped the ground from under him. The best part. His scream hoarse and furious, his throat straining so hard it looked ready to split. Even after they dragged him out, the echo stayed in my head. Up until now, I’ve savored every second of it. There’s a quiet kind of power in knowing you’ve been given a second chance. Not a miracle. Not luck. A deliberate, rare opportunity to rewrite your story word for word, choice for choice. And I intend to enjoy every moment of it.

Zane's Point Of View The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My breath caught in my throat. A second chance. The room spun for a second, my mind racing, my heart hammering in my chest. “A second chance,” I repeated, my voice rough, my fingers digging into the wood of the chair. Elaris nodded, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp. “Yes,” she said, her voice final. “A second chance.” The words second chance echoed in my skull like a gong, loud and disorienting. My fingers dug into the armrests of the chair, my knuckles white, my mind racing through a thousand questions, a thousand what-ifs.

He didn't regret his decision when he saw the girl jump for joy and ask for his autograph. "You have no idea how happy I am," she said. "I'm a member of Msy, and you guys were really my inspiration – especially you." Her eyes sparkled, and Caspien smiled even more, especially when he heard the name of their former fan base, Msy (pronounced "emsay").

I inhaled sharply. That's right. I had prayed—prayed hard. "Please, God, if I could just have one more chance, I'd make the best out of it. I might still do bad things, but I'd live differently than I lived this terrible life! I won't make the same mistakes twice! I'll be the best version of myself this world has ever seen!" The priest's gaze didn't waver. "You were granted a second chance," he said simply. "So don't lead a life that goes wrong in a borrowed body."

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

Only time will reveal the answers. You still have the ability to live that life, Michelle. You can find a second chance mate or even a chosen mate. Any man would be happy to make you their mate. I told her softly. "Second chance mates are rare and hard to find. I'm just a failure," she admitted sadly. "I couldn't even keep my fated mate." She looked at me with honest eyes. "You're not a failure," I reassured her, reaching out to gently hold her hand. The moment my skin touched hers, I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my body, igniting every nerve and leaving me sensation stunned.