Novel & Cerita Becoming Great

He even experienced sleeping in benches in the airport overseas when their flight was delayed. The mansion of the Lopez's is very famous in the area. Their family is known as one of the richest in their city and all the members from their family are respected by many. Despite this fame, Alex was raised to be humble and respectful towards others. Her parents always reminded her that she is the same as other people no matter what background they are from. The house is inherited by her father from her grandpa who passed away when she was still young. Whenever someone tells or asks her about how rich her family is, her answer is always "My grandparents are rich. My parents are ordinary workers."

Lolo Tassio continued. "It's because it's very painful, Grandpa!" Mortani exclaimed as he began to cry. Grandpa Tassio helped her sit up by removing the blanket she was hiding under. She hugged the old guy tightly while sobbing like a child who had been battered by a friend and recounted the incident to her father. "And remember, the right person for you will come at an unexpected time, season, situation, and opportunity," the old man stated. "Yes, grandpa," she responded as the old guy hugged her.

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"So what if you beat us in court, Fred? In the end, I'm still the winner in life. You're furious right now, aren't you? Well, blame yourself for not having my moves," Lester texted. His and Sandra's taunting texts didn't affect my mood. Something did feel off, though. Lester was a total showpiece. He hadn't even finished high school, never had any real education, and knew nothing about running a company. How could he possibly bring a dying business back to life?

“It’s quiet here, I needed a change.” Our property is so large I haven’t met the neighbours. “Well quiet is what you’ll get here” I laugh. “What about you?” He asks. I tell him about the family business. “Between the kids coming during school season and the weddings in the summer months it doesn’t leave me much time for other things” I explain. “What about college?” He asked. “I never went to college; with the family business I was destined to work here, and I love it.” “You must have your work cut out for you here” Charles laughs. “This place is huge.”

She steps back, already turning away, but not before adding, “And you will be invaluable.” Mae looks at me then, eyes bright and overwhelmed. “So… fire, regret, and peace.” I manage a small smile. “Sounds about right.” As we shoulder our bags and prepare to leave, I can’t shake the feeling that whatever we were before—girls searching for answers—no longer exists. We didn’t just become monsters. We became something else entirely.

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My pack didn't need a ditzy little nurse, it needed a king and I had to be one. “Let's do this.” I yelled out loud and continued using my powers causing it to envelope everywhere. I didn't care how it went or whenever, I just knew that I had to become a master. And I wasn't about to become that through paperworks alone. I had to achieve that by becoming. The world didn't appreciate those at the beginning stages, only those that had become and that was what I strived to be. Becoming. I practiced until dawn and when I finally realised that I'd practiced throughout the night, I started to breathe steeply.

After settling my parents' well-being, I returned home. Fiona's figure was nowhere to be seen in the empty house. I sat on the couch, reflecting on the past five years. From an energetic special forces soldier to a live-in son-in-law. From a humiliated loser to a hero returning to the unit. The ups and downs of life made me understand what true value was. Personal gains and losses seemed insignificant compared to the greater cause of the country. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the phone rang. It was the commanding officer from my unit.