Too Late For A Second Chance Mga Nobela at Kwento

To us? 'Elsie, he is your second chance, your second mate.' Those words were trying to sink in my mind like I couldn't believe that this man in front of me was my second chance. 'B—But, I just got rejected by my mate. How come I will do this so fast?' It was shameful! Ridiculous! 'That was what happened, Elsie. We cannot turn back time.' Clenching my teeth as I was so disgusted with myself! Then she continued talking. 'Besides, he is your second chance and—'

"So I was thinking maybe we can have a do-over this weekend? I am sorry I blew this but I really want to get to know you and want a second chance" I know he's genuinely sorry but there won't be a second chance. "I'll let you know when is suitable for me." "I'll await your response April" This is the last straw I can take from my mum. I can't continue to go on meaningless dates when I have other things to do in the office. I'm already working late because of the show today and now the one hour off is one hour more. "...Thank you for tuning in this wonderful evening, let's do it again on Friday same time and same station. I remain April Denver"

“You said that last time too.” My heart skipped. “I know,” Liam replied. “But I can’t let what happened before happen again.” Before? The other man sighed. “Then stop standing around and fix it,” he said. “In your previous life you failed her.” My breath caught. “In this life,” the man continued, “you have a second chance.” My blood ran cold as Liam spoke again. “I won’t make the same mistake.” The world suddenly felt like it tilted. Second chance…previous life. My heart pounded violently.

“You said be yours. Is that what you want, Terrell?” Terrell’s face reddened. “If you want to, that is. Do you feel it?” Danica stood silently. Her wolf inside was hissing at her, fighting her avoidance of the question. “I thought you were already rejected. There’s no such thing as a second chance. Is there? No, that’s fairy tales. Isn’t it? Terrell stepped back and sat down on the bed. He stay silent. “Well isn’t it? I mean, that’s what Gavin has always told me. You don’t get a second chance.”

“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

“You talk about this guy every day and how much you like him and all that butterfly crap how he is your happy ending.” “That was before, but things have gotten so complicated now, I’ve used up my chances…” “Please don’t start that third chance talk again” “You might not like to hear it, but it's true, and you have just got your second chance, so for my sake and yours, make sure you set things right with her, you might not be as lucky as me and my uncle to get three chances; maybe this is your second and last, so use it wisely, Nate.” As much this sounds stupid, a part of it also made sense. I don’t know how, but it does.

I watched the dates, I moved the money, I did everything I thought a careful man should do, and I still lost him, because I spent so much of my strength protecting the shape of a future I'd already decided on that I stopped noticing the people standing right in front of me who needed something from me in the present. I read the words twice, something tightening slow and cold in my chest. If it happens to her too, he'd written, tell her this. The second chance isn't a map. It's only more time. What she does with the people around her in that time is the only part that was ever actually hers to change. The entry ends there, mid-thought almost, the final line trailing slightly lower on the page

"I just want one thing. One chance. A chance for you and me to get one thing right together—aside from our kids. I won’t promise I’ll never piss you off. Honestly? I’m annoying as hell. But I swear, if I do piss you off, it’ll be over some stupid house-related shit—not anything serious." His voice dropped to a softer tone. "And look, I know that if I promise you I’ll be faithful, you won’t believe me. But I promise I will never do anything to make you think otherwise again. I woke up with a second chance. And I intend to use it. Maybe, after all… things aren’t as bad as they seem. Don’t you think?"

She gritted her teeth at him. He chuckled like her words meant nothing to him, because they didn't. “Mean?” He asked, the smile on his face fading away. “You should be grateful that I gave you a second chance.” He leaned in, his hot breath fanning her ear. “People who stole from me in the past, weren't offered a second chance before their lifeless bodies were dragged to the cemetery. You should cherish this moment of you being alive. Because you can never tell, it might be your last.”

"Could things have been different?" "There are no 'what ifs'," I replied calmly. Cullen closed his eyes, a tear tracing a path down his cheek. "Juliet, let me ask you one last thing." He used all his remaining strength to face me. "If the Moon Goddess gave us another chance… would you still choose me as your fated mate?" I shook my head without hesitation. "No." His body flinched. "Why?" "Because this was never about one mistake, Cullen. It's a rot in your very soul. A second chance can't fix something that's fundamentally broken."