Becoming Novels & Stories

I asked. “Being pessimistic is entirely different from accepting reality, Mia. Pessimistic people, like you, focus entirely on the negative no matter how beautiful life is. On the other hand, accepting reality, like me, means acknowledging that no matter how good or happy life gets, everything has a strict expiration date. So, until that limit is reached, you choose to be happy. You learn to appreciate what you have. You love what is in front of you because you never truly know when it will be your last moment together. It could be tomorrow, it could be later tonight, or it could be right now.”

As my name echoed through the venue, I made my way to the stage, whispering an encouraging mantra to bolster my spirits: "You can do this, Julia. Just another night, another performance." With the flick of a switch, the lights dimmed, enveloping the space in darkness. Suddenly, a single spotlight illuminated me, casting a captivating glow upon my figure. The music started its enchanting journey, reverberating through the room, and the crowd erupted in a symphony of cheers and ecstatic shouts. Facing the wall, I gripped the pole, letting the rhythm guide my hips in a seductive sway.

My mum said she wanted to watch a TV programme so I went upstairs to my room I entered my room and took my phone and saw a message on it. I opened it and screamed. My mum ran upstairs to find out what was wrong. I hugged her tight and started jumping around happily. I stopped to breathe and I realized my mum was scared thinking something was wrong with me. I apologized and told her I got the new job I applied for. She was very happy for me and we both danced. She later went downstairs and I called my best friend Lovia and told her I was accepted for the job. She screamed and congratulated me and was so happy for me.

Cindy raised her cup, grinning like a child. “To new beginnings,” Maya said, her smile one of pure relief. I looked at them and smiled in return. “To ourselves.”

My chest tightened. “That’s…” “Yes.” I didn’t finish the sentence. Because I didn’t have a word for it yet. And maybe. I didn’t need one. I stayed there. Within the flow. Within the system that wasn’t controlled. Within the version of myself that was no longer just one point. And for the first time. I understood something clearly. Becoming more. Didn’t mean losing yourself. It meant redefining what “self” was. And whatever came next. Wouldn’t be about survival.

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Fine. If they wanted a Luna…if they wanted grace, beauty, and spectacle, I would give it to them. Not the version they expected, but mine. I changed the dress. And stepped into one that was brighter, richer and alive with color. It was not me, but isn’t that the point,to be someone else…bold where I had once been cautious, confident where I had once shrunk. If I was going to live like royalty for the next six months, then I would do it fully. I would walk these halls like I belonged here.

Eden returned to her desk ten minutes later with a script in her hand and a dazed look in her eyes, her mind racing chaotically. She was going to be a Mom. She was carrying Liam Anderson's child, former motorsport racer now CEO of one of the biggest logistics companies in Rock Union. A married CEO.

I stood in front of the main gate that'll take you to the palace. It's early Monday morning. Abba just drop me by, on his way to the shop. I look ahead staring at the building in front of me. Some part of me is nervous while the other part is excited. Just think about what lay ahead of me makes me a little bit nervous. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and whispers you can do this Nawal inside my head. Opening them I took my very first step towards my bright future inshaAllah

The only way to really get approval and attention as quickly as was needed in her line of business was to almost demand it with the way you carried yourself and the company you kept. “Thanks for the beer.” She handed Trish hers and then gave Kade his change. “No problem at all.” He looked down at her beer. “Corona, huh? I would’ve pegged you for a Budweiser girl.” Trisha lifted her Bud in the air and let out a whoop. Rebecca laughed at her friend and shook her head. “I’ve changed a lot, I suppose. You’ve been gone longer than you were here, so I’ve grown from being a little girl with pipe dreams to a woman with plans.”