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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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Pizza and feelings

Zaya and I got into the car, with her taking the driver's seat as usual. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, thoughts of Carmen swirling uncontrollably. I stared out the window, trying to make sense of what had just happened during the massage.

The sensation of her hands on my body, the heat between us, the unspoken words—it was all too much. I shouldn't feel this way, I told myself. But deep down, I was craving Carmen's touch, the way she made me feel.

"Elena, what do you want on the pizza?" Zaya's voice pulled me out of my reverie. I blinked and turned to her, realizing I hadn't heard a word she said.

"Uh, what? Sorry, I was just... thinking."

Zaya gave me a knowing look, her eyes soft with understanding. "I asked what you want on the pizza. We're ordering in, remember?"

I nodded, trying to focus. "Oh, right. Um, anything but anchovies, I guess."