Second chance runaway
In Second Chance Runway, we follow the tumultuous life of Elena Vargas, a young woman whose beauty is overshadowed by her lack of self-care and the oppressive figures around her. At 21, she is forced into a loveless marriage by her mother, to a man who is nothing but cruel. Despite landing a lucrative job at the prestigious Grand State Buildings, Elena’s life is far from grand as her husband seizes her earnings, and her family treats her with disdain. Her world shatters further when her husband’s affair with her sister comes to light. Just when it seems like her story has reached its tragic end, fate intervenes. A fatal accident sends Elena back in time, waking up as her 18-year-old self. With memories of her past life intact, she seizes this miraculous opportunity to rewrite her destiny. Determined to pursue her long-forgotten dream of becoming a supermodel, Elena embarks on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment. But it’s not just about the glitz and glamour; it’s about settling scores. As she rises through the ranks of the fashion world, Elena plots a sophisticated revenge against those who wronged her, all while navigating the complexities of love, family, and fame. Will Elena’s second chance lead her to the life she’s always dreamed of, or will the shadows of her past prove too difficult to escape? Second Chance Runway is a story of resilience, ambition, and the transformative power of self-belief.
What have I done ?
The taste of Elena's blood lingered on my tongue, sweet and intoxicating, but as soon as I realized what I had done, I was horrified. The fog of hunger lifted abruptly, and the sharpness of guilt crashed into me like a tidal wave.
I pulled away from her neck, gasping, my fangs retracting, but it was too late. Blood trickled from the wound I'd made, staining her pale skin with a crimson streak.
Elena's body went limp in my arms, her eyes fluttering closed as she fell unconscious.
"No," I whispered, panic seizing my chest as I caught her before she hit the ground. I cradled her against me, the softness of her body a stark contrast to the violent act I'd just committed. "Elena, I'm so sorry..."
Her face was pale, even paler than usual, and I could feel her heartbeat slowing beneath my hands. How could I have done this to her? She trusted me, loved me, and I let my hunger my monstrous nature take over.