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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.

Ava_000 · LGBT+
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Midnight snack

As I got ready for bed, my mind was still racing with thoughts of the day's events. I knew that the conversation with Chloe would be difficult, but I also knew that it was necessary. She needed to know the truth, no matter how painful it might be. My thoughts were interrupted by the unmistakable growl of my stomach, a loud reminder that I hadn't eaten since lunch. 

I sighed, pushing back the covers and slipping out of bed. The cool floor against my feet sent a shiver up my spine, and I quickly grabbed a cozy hoodie to ward off the chill. Quietly, I made my way to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb Isabel, who was likely already asleep in her room.

The kitchen was dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. I flicked on a small lamp, casting a warm, yellow light over the countertops. My stomach rumbled again, and I opened the fridge, peering inside to see what I could throw together quickly.