Too Late For A Second Chance Novels & Stories

"Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much" "What? like a reaper? Harvest souls and all that shit....... Emmmm No thank you just send me on my way thank you." Michael shot back. "NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want."

First Date *************** Narrators pov *************** He stood at the cafe door patiently waiting for her, she was already 10 minutes late. Anthony made up his mind that even if she doesn't come, he would understand. Their meeting each other had been a coincidence and whatever spark he felt they both had must have diminished for her.

Becca felt her chest tighten at the mention of Emma’s father, and even though she tried to keep her expression neutral, something must have shown on her face because Dan spoke again. “It’s because of him, isn’t it? You’re still in love with him after all these years. That’s why you don’t want to commit to me. Becca, he’s gone. You need to live your life again. Maybe you’re not in love with me as much as I am with you, but I know you feel something, no matter how small, for me. Just give us a chance, please. Ah, damn! I promised I wouldn’t do that any longer. I’m sorry, Becca.” He finished, running a hand wearily over his hair and going to stare out the window.

The Date Golder did pick the venue but she didn't pick the time and day. Friday had already arrived and the hours were sliding pretty fast too. What made it worse was the fact that she lost track of time during the day and by the time she remembered she was going on a date it was already two hours to when her ride was to arrive. And just taking her bath was going to take 30 minutes. “Oh shit, Arianaaa”

He just nodded slowly, his shoulders slumping under the weight of his failed devotion. “You chose the wreckage,” he said, his voice barely audible, the devastation absolute. “And you’ll have to build your whole world out of it. Don't call me when the fire goes out.” He walked into the bedroom, packed his duffel bag, and was gone. I watched the door close, already pregnant with the crushing guilt of what I’d done, but still thrillingly convinced that Julian's promise of chaos was worth the price. (After 8months)

I said curiously. "Well, I don’t know but I am pretty sure that those two devils are up to no good". Liam replied. "So, what’s the second step, since our first one was a quick success, I suppose that we are going to proceed towards our second step". I asked. "Yes, we are going to. Listen closely, if we make a mistake on this step, trust me our plan will be a failure." I nodded and listened closely. "So, the second step is…."

Suddenly, I didn’t think I could handle a second rejection. I knew that Maya hoped I wouldn’t rashly reject this one. Second chance mates were rare, but third chance mates were impossible. I could take a chosen mate, but people say it’s not the same as that fated mate connection blessed by the moon goddess. Maya spent the last hour and a half begging me to give him a chance. So, for now, I’d agreed not to reject him immediately, yet that didn’t settle my nerves that he would want to get rid of me.

“Serena, please. Give me another chance. Give us another chance.” “No.” The word was flat. Final. “Just like that? No?” “Just like that.” I looked at him, really looked at him. “Adrian, you had your chance. You had years of chances. And you chose Vivian. You chose your mother’s approval. You chose the easy path over the right one. Every single time.” “I know. And I’m sorry—” “I don’t want your apologies.” I cut him off. “I don’t want your regrets or your realizations or your newfound appreciation for who I am. Because it’s too late. Years too late.”

The waves of the ocean, the moonlight of the starry night, and this beautiful nature, witness the beginning of our new life. Hopefully this time I will get the happiness and love Which I was always craving for. To be continued............. A/P "Giving someone a second chance is not giving a second bullet to shoot...... It shows you love, care and mostly greatness. Sometimes giving second chance is more effective than first one. That's because people learn from their mistakes." ~A/N

Clyde's phone rang again. More emergency calls. He cursed under his breath, placing the phone on silent. Glancing at his wristwatch, Clyde's annoyance increased. The sun was already out, And thirty minutes had passed. Even Cora who was stalling had already reached there before him. Clyde cursed again. He shoved the phone into his pants pocket and left the balcony. As he walked out of the Inn, however, Cora's figure approached. So soon? “Why are you back?” Cora dropped her bag, taking off her sunglasses. “The engagement's over.” She smiled sweetly. “Hard luck. You missed it.”