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SECOND CHANCE SUMMER

Faith Williams never planned to return to the place that once held her happiest memories and her deepest heartbreak. After a painful betrayal that changed everything she believed about love, Sade chooses distance over healing. But when life forces her back to a quiet coastal town for the summer, she’s determined to keep things simple: work, breathe, and leave her past where it belongs. No emotions. No attachments. No risks. Then she meets him. John Cleff is a calm, reserved man who has built his life around responsibility, not romance. As the owner of a modest beach side resort, he’s more comfortable fixing broken things than dealing with emotions—especially his own. Love, to him, is unpredictable, and he has learned the hard way not to rely on it. But Faith is different. What starts as a casual encounter slowly turns into something neither of them expected. In the warmth of the summer sun, guarded conversations turn into laughter, distance turns into closeness, and two broken hearts begin to find comfort in each other. Yet, the past refuses to stay buried. When old wounds reopen and painful truths come to light, Sade is forced to confront the fear she has been running from, while John must decide whether love is worth the risk of being hurt again. As the summer draws to an end, they are faced with a choice—walk away to protect their hearts or fight for a love that could change everything. Because sometimes… the hardest part of love is giving it a second chance.
Daoist0P9t7n · 80 Views

I Transmigrated into a novel i called stupid: Cold CEO Contract Bride

"Stop." His voice is low and controlled and furious underneath both. "Whatever you're doing in there the books, the reading, the tucking in — stop." "They asked me to read to them," I say evenly. "I don't care what they asked." He takes a step toward me and I hold my ground, which seems to make it worse. "You've been here for just less than two weeks, and you're already in Dorian's room, touching his things, letting them climb all over you like you're" He stops, jaw tight. "You're not their mother. You're on a twelve-month contract." "I'm aware of what I am," I say. "Are you?" Something sharp enters his expression. "Because from where I'm standing it looks like a woman playing a very long game. Soften up the children, charm the staff, make yourself indispensable — and then what? You think I don't see it?" Something cold moves through my chest, but I keep my face neutral. "You think I'm doing this to get to you." "Aren't you?" He says it like it's obvious, like I'm naive for pretending otherwise, and the contempt in it is so clean and practiced that for one second I almost believe I deserve it. "You should wake up from that delusion. Whatever you think you're building here — it won't work, you will never have me." He moves before I register it, closing the distance between us in one smooth step, and then his hand is at my neck, warm and deliberate, his thumb pressing lightly against my pulse like he's checking whether I'm afraid, and the answer my body gives him is humiliating. His mouth drops to the curve of my neck and shoulder, not rough — slow, purposeful, his lips dragging against my skin like he has all the time in the world and knows exactly what he's doing with it, and I shudder despite everything I know about this man and this moment and exactly what he's trying to prove. "This," he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and terrible and close, "is all you'll ever get from me." ********* Sloane Carter had her work stolen, her body broken, and her heart shattered in pieces. Then a truck ran her off the road on a rainy night, and she woke up inside the worst romance novel she had ever read. Wrong century, wrong country. Wrong body. Twelve-month contract marriage to a man carved from ice, three feral six-year-olds, and a dead man's secret buried so deep the whole empire is rotting from the root. In the novel, the heroine smiles gently, loves quietly, and dies before anyone notices she was worth saving. Sloane has bruised ribs, a stolen career, years of swallowed rage and absolutely no intention of following the original script. The cold CEO didn't bargain for a woman who'd already survived the worst he could ever be. Neither did the man who put her in that car. He thought killing Sloane Carter would silence her. He had no idea it would set her free.
Ruby0 · 450 Views

To You Who Were Mine

In the vast halls of high school, Selina Joseph and Michael Ashford were two stars that rarely crossed paths. Despite three years in the same class, their interactions were minimal, limited to fleeting impressions. Their worlds seemed galaxies apart, Selina, the social butterfly from a prestigious lineage, and Michael, the quiet, elegant figure from a wealthy and renowned family. Selina thrived in a vibrant circle of friends, while Michael kept to the shadows with only a handful of close companions, his quiet confidence and passion for basketball setting him apart. After high school, they went their separate ways, only to reunite years later at a gathering. As they talked, the script of their love story began to unfold. Fate, having orchestrated their lives in parallel, wove an invisible thread between them, a story that, sooner or later, was destined to bring them together. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Content Warning: This story is a work of romantic fiction that explores themes of love, emotional conflict, heartbreak, and personal growth. The narrative delves into deep emotional experiences that may resonate sensitively with some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. AI was used minimally in the editing process, solely for grammar and language refinement. The story, characters, creative vision, and all narrative decisions are entirely my own. #secondchance #highschool #reunion #fate #destiny #wealthyfamilies #college #slowburn #longing #lovestory #oppositesattract #quietboy #socialbutterfly #basketball #emotionalrollercoaster #Shefellfirst #Hefellharder #breakup #truelove #meanttobe
Alencica · 12.3k Views