Second Chance Scratch Off Novels & Stories

Leyanne Cruden is a very old yet powerful witch in present day who is dissatisfied with the world as we know it. An immortal who stopped ageing in her late twenties. She has lived through so much and lost so many that it has jaded her personality and she no longer knows if she is good or bad. A vision leads her on a purpose to find an awakening hunter who threatens the existence of all supernatural beings. Like her he's young, immortal and everything that can destroy her. His creation was purely for the purpose of wiping the earth free of supernaturals. To prevent this tragedy she must assemble a coven of mixed creatures and figure out how to avert the destruction of magic before it's too late. They do say that sometimes the one thing which is the worst for you is the one thing you want the most - Dante Torres, a hunter with the ability to end her life. She will need to let people in if she has a hope of succeeding, as even a witch as powerful as her can not do it alone. With a collection of supernatural characters, love and heartbreak.

Naomi has spent her entire life being unwanted. Born a twin but treated like a mistake, she grew up in the shadow of a sister who was everything she wasn’t, strong, loved, and chosen. While her pack worshipped the ground her twin walked on, Naomi was nothing more than the wolfless disappointment they wished had never been born. Until the night she decides she’s had enough. But fate isn’t done with her yet. On the edge of death, her wolf awakens and with it, the bond she has waited her whole life for. A mate. Hope blooms for the first time… only to be brutally crushed. Before the entire pack, her mate rejected her coldly, cruelly, and without any hesitation. “Did you really think the Moon Goddess would bless me with something as useless as you?” Humiliated, broken and destroyed, Naomi thinks that’s the end of her story. She’s wrong. Because fate has a twisted sense of humor. She is given a second mate. Not just any wolf… but the Lycan King himself. A ruler feared across kingdoms. A man drenched in power, danger, and blood. And worst of all? He is her ex-mate’s father. “You carry my mark now,” the Lycan King says, his voice dark with promise. “And I do not reject what is mine.” But behind his claim lies something far more dangerous than rejection. Secrets, and extremely dark ones. The kind that could destroy not just Naomi… but everything she thought she knew about fate, mates, and herself. Because this time, she isn’t just chosen. She’s entangled in something far more deadly.

The day my husband, Eric Johnson, brought his foster sister home from overseas, he gave her our master bedroom. "Yvonne just lost her husband. She's heartbroken, so I want her to feel comfortable," he said. I nodded obediently. "Okay." The next day was my birthday. Yvonne said she was feeling down and wanted her brother, Eric, to go stargazing with her. Eric turned to me and said, "She really needs me right now. I'll celebrate your birthday with you later." Still, I smiled and nodded. "Okay." Ten years of marriage and I was ready to walk away from it all… Because I have lived this life once already. In my previous life, I made the mistake of asking Eric to stay with me on my birthday. I did not let him go stargazing with Yvonne. She ended up falling into the water in her sorrow and was rushed to the hospital. After that, Eric shoved my head into a bathtub and held me there until I drowned. In this second life, when Eric handed me the divorce papers and said, "I’m only marrying Yvonne to help her revoke her foreign citizenship and restore her citizenship here. Once it's done, we'll remarry." I did not hesitate. I signed my name without a second thought. By the time he came looking for me again, I was already sitting on his archenemy's lap, smiling like a flower in full bloom.

I was two hours late to check out our future home. By the time I finally rushed in, my fiancé, Daniel, had already signed the paperwork. He and my best friend, Gina, were huddled over the floor plans with their heads together as they debated over the interior design. They went from discussing the layout of the gaming room to the nursery. They continuously bickered over whether the master en-suite needed a freestanding tub or not. A middle-aged couple standing nearby smiled warmly at Daniel. "Renovating your first home, huh?" the husband chimed in with a wink. "Take it from me, son, always let your wife have the final say." Daniel let out an awkward cough as his eyes drifted to Gina, whose cheeks had instantly flushed a soft pink. "Alright, fine," Daniel muttered, giving in with a grin. "We'll get the tub." I stood just a few feet away, watching them decide every single corner of my future home. The three of us had grown up together. When we were kids, they were the ones who picked the schools and told me where we were going. When Daniel and I started dating, every date night and vacation was planned by them. I just showed up. And now, even with my own future house, it felt like my only job was to wait for their final memo. For years, I had lived like a shadow to the two of them. Shadows didn't have voices. They just followed silently, a step behind. But even shadows would get tired. And sometimes, on a bleak, overcast day, a shadow would stop and refuse to take another step forward.

The last thing Valentina Serra sees before she dies is the crack in the ceiling above her bed. She is 45 years old. She is not unhappy. That, she realizes in the last seconds of her first life, is the most devastating thing she could say about it. She opens her eyes in a university lecture hall in Barcelona. She is 20 years old. Her notebook is open, her pen is in her hand, and she can feel — with the precision of someone who has lived an entire life — exactly how much she is about to waste if she does nothing. She does something. Armed with 25 years of memory, Valentina sets out to close every loop she left open: the military commission she dismissed, the marketing career she let others architect for her, the relationship she stayed in long past its expiry date, and the mother she visited but never truly knew. One by one, she reaches for the life she talked herself out of the first time around. But the two people closest to her — the friends who have always been there, always supportive, always first to suggest the safer, smaller option — are watching. And when Valentina begins exceeding the quiet ceiling that they built for her, Isabel and David begin to coordinate. Then there is Ethan Cole. Washington D.C. Investment sector. Five years younger, which bothered her the first time. He will walk into her life again in Barcelona, and this time Valentina already knows what the long dinner and the careful conversation and the late-night walk along the Passeig de Gràcia will mean — if she doesn't talk herself out of it. She is not going to talk herself out of it.

For seven years, Camille Stone loved her husband quietly. She loved him through the late nights, the forgotten anniversaries, the empty side of the bed, and the growing silence that slowly swallowed their marriage whole. To the world, billionaire CEO Ethan Stone adored his wife. They were Manhattan’s golden couple — elegant, powerful, untouchable. But behind closed doors, Camille became invisible. So when rumors begin spreading about Ethan and his stunning executive consultant, Vivian Laurent, Camille tells herself not to believe them. Until a silly mistake from Ethan exposes everything she thought she knew. Heartbroken after years of emotional neglect, Camille does the one thing Ethan never sees coming — she files for divorce and quietly slips the papers into his business contracts. Distracted and emotionally distant, Ethan signs them without ever realizing he’s agreeing to end his marriage. But the night Camille finally tells him they’re getting divorced, something shifts. For the first time in years, Ethan notices. Now the billionaire who took his wife for granted is forced to watch her walk away while dangerous secrets, hidden betrayals, and devastating truths begin unraveling around them. And when Ethan finally confesses that not everything Camille believed was a lie, it’s already too late. Or maybe… Just late enough to destroy them both.

Mia has secretly wanted her best friend’s father, Alexander Voss, for years. To him, she was always just a kid. But right after she turns 18, her best friend Lily invites her on a luxury family vacation at a private beach resort. When Alexander steps out of the pool, dripping wet and more attractive than ever, Mia decides this is her chance. She will do whatever it takes to seduce him. What begins as a thrilling game of forbidden attraction quickly turns dangerous. Secret touches, stolen nights, and intense passion pull them deeper together. But every moment carries huge risk. Lily starts to notice strange things. Old family secrets come to light. Someone watches them from the shadows. Lies pile up fast, and one wrong move could destroy friendships, reputations, and lives. Will Mia get the man she craves, or will their dangerous romance explode and leave everyone broken?

When Ellisa Murphy is framed for theft, her life turns upside down and her mother's condition gets worse. Jason Myers, captain of the hockey team, comes from the shadow like a knight in shining armour. But with the shadows, comes other dangerous secrets. Can a human like Elissa keep up with werewolf tales that only exists in fantasy books?

My wife, Ruth Quarmby, had a twenty-year-old male apprentice named Craig Smith. He secretly turned off a diver’s scuba tank underwater. This caused an accident. He then posted three posts on his social media feed. The first post said, [I played a little prank underwater by shutting off my instructor’s mother-in-law’s scuba tank. Now, she’s in a coma and heading into surgery. But hey, I’m innocent!] The second post said, [Toast one: from a broke mountain kid to a certified diver. All by myself! Toast two: I confessed my love to someone I shouldn’t have, but I didn’t cross that line. Toast three: here’s to every lonely night I suffered through.] The third post said, [Best instructor ever. Without her, who else would cover for my pranks?] I told my wife to pay for the surgery to save the person quickly. But in front of the operating room door, she told me solemnly to give up on the surgery. “Your mother is old and fragile. Saving her is a waste of resources. Even if she makes it out alive, she’ll be bedridden. She’ll wish she were dead. Just let her go.” She quickly signed the Refusal of Treatment form. Then, she threw the signed form in my face. I kept quiet. The person lying in the operating room was her own mother.

I had been asleep from 1975 to 2025. I am the only successful subject to have ever survived a cryonics experiment. Wearing the face of a 20-year-old, I set off to seek out my wealthy younger brother and reclaim my place in the family. But a barrage of comments suddenly appears. "This female lead is stupid. Her brother took her small shop and turned it into a business empire. People change. He doesn't even remember her anymore. Why would he want to reconnect with her?" "Exactly! The Slater family is tearing itself apart over the inheritance. If she shows up, they'll kill her!" "Michael Shaw truly loves her. If she marries him, she'll be happy for life." Just then, Michael drops to one knee before me. "Zoe, the Slaters are too dangerous. Don't go back, okay? Marry me instead. I'll take care of you and protect you for the rest of my life." His words touch me. Before I can reply, I hear his thoughts in my ear. "System, did you post the fake comments?"