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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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Cute Breakfeast

I woke up before the sun had fully risen, the room still cloaked in a soft, dim light. As my eyes adjusted, they fell upon Elena's naked body beside me, her curves bathed in the gentle morning glow.

She looked so peaceful, so utterly beautiful, that I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and gently brush a strand of hair from her face. The sight of her stirred something deep within me, a profound sense of love and gratitude.

Deciding to surprise her with breakfast, I carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb her. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, the fabric cool against my skin. I tiptoed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the hardwood floors creaking slightly under my feet.