The Second Chance Book Novels & Stories

After showing me where I was on my map, I told him thank you, and he got back into the car, and they left. I know I need to keep going and keep to my plan, so I take my bag and start walking. On my own and alone, walking out on a straight route, my thoughts flicker back to the feeling of a pull. And I can not help but wonder if what I felt was my second chance, mate. A second chance is not something we hear about very often, mostly because it usually only happens to rejected wolves. And yes, I was rejected, but I also don’t have a wolf, and I have a broken soul, so a second chance is too much to hope for.

Warm blood welled up, slipping between her fingers. “Why would fate do this to me?” She stood there, trembling, half sobbing, half laughing. “Is this punishment? To see everything I lost, again?” And then she saw it. A glint of white beneath the vase on her vanity. A folded piece of paper. Her blood left faint fingerprints on it as she picked it up and unfolded it. Words, neat, stared back at her. "Congratulations. You have been given a second chance." Her breath hitched.

He had reopened her heart, giving her a second chance at happiness—a second chance at forever. The End. ****Special Chapter will be posted tomorrow****

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

The person who left you when you needed him the most, you want me to look for me. ‘Maybe he would have a perfect reason to do so!! And who knows, after listening to his side of the story, I might think of giving him a second chance? I believe in giving a second chance if the person deserves it or has learned from his mistake rather than breaking the relationship forever. And those people who think a second chance is given to make things right then, they are wrong about it. It simply means that a second chance is given to prove that they can be better even after they fall.’

Choosing our kids. I look back on all I went through. My second chance feels complete. Now I get to live the life I was always meant to have. THE END.

I said truthfully, determination and encouragement lacing my voice. "I will then . . . Second chances huh." Her voice was light and playful. Second chances. I had wondered when I would get a second chance at becoming healthy, but I never did. Instead, I had to stop my treatments which was deteriorating my condition. Second chances weren't granted to many but only to the lucky and any opportunity should be seized. Perhaps this was the reason why I had lied to Eliza that day. The day when she asked me if I would go through more treatments if I had a second chance to live.

I would like to say thank you to my editor, all the supporters who read my book, and everyone else that was there every step of the way throughout this journey. Thank you for your positive comments and ratings every time I post a chapter. I hope you all enjoyed this story. For those of you that have read Me & Mr. CEO, book 2 of the series is out now called The CEO's Chance. It can be read as a standalone as well. Thank you again everyone! Stay safe and see you at the next book everyone! -K. T. Natua

He felt an overwhelming sense of happiness, knowing that this incredible woman was his, and he was hers. As they lay there, entwined, they knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey. A journey filled with love, laughter, and countless memories waiting to be made. Their second chance at love had given them a deeper appreciation for each other and a stronger bond than ever before. They had been given a gift, and they were determined to cherish it every single day.

He was furious. Hunter picked the file up from my desk again and walked towards the bookcase door. When the door closed behind him, I remained seated for a while. The silence in the room felt heavier than before, as if the air itself knew that something irreparable had shifted. Micheal Tricheur. One name, two lives. Two women who trusted him, who loved him. One of them my sister. The other… I took a deep breath before I dared to think her name. Elizabeth.