Comeback Novels & Stories

It's not a weird thing for us to have people gather just to see us but I think Caleb is the main target here. He's back after 5 years and everyone has been talking about him non-stop. There's even a lot of shows that wanted to interview him but I don't know if he rejects it all or maybe accept one or two. When he came back, it feels like my world has lighten up again. The difference when he's gone and when he's back showed a really big gap. I felt happier even though we're just friends now but sometimes I felt weird just to think that we're only friends.

She is gonna miss her. "I told you I will be back before you know it. Don't be sad cause I'm going to face time you every day." "Let me just dropped you off." Sarah said still feeling sad. The feeling of being lonely overwhelmed her. But she knew she will be back as she said. ~~~~ She was coming back from Ava's house after dropping her off. She nod her head of the rhymes of the music booming from her phone that was connected to her car. "Shit!" She yelled stepping hard on the break and it finally stopped just before she it the man. She ran down to check the man.

And a secret she’d kept hidden for ten years. She adjusted her navy blazer as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and then she stepped inside. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her as she exhaled sharply. Twelve years ago, she came into this building as a young intern. Ten years ago, she left Damien Carrington’s life and never looked back. And now… she was coming back to take down his company. The elevator was quiet as it went up, and she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something stronger. She remembered her daughter’s sleepy face that morning, asking why she was wearing “war clothes” again.

After thinking it over, I got in the car. It was late, and it was hard to get a taxi in the villa district at this hour. Zayden drove me to the hospital to get my scraped palms treated. By the time everything was done, and I got home, it was already past midnight. I thanked him. Then, unexpectedly, he said, “If you want to get back at Jason, I’m willing to help.” A bitter smile curled at my lips. “You are both in on it together. What revenge could there possibly be?”

There was no whispering about Cade’s return anymore. It was loud, plastered across every screen. Countdowns ticked on sports sites, interviews replayed like background noise, and bold headlines stamped his name everywhere I looked. The game was calling him back, louder than ever. “Reeve Returns: Can He Lead His Team Back to Glory?” “All Eyes on Cade Reeve’s First Game Back.” His face filled my phone screen more times than I could count. Every time I scrolled, there he was giving some short, polished answer about his ankle, about discipline and being ready.

"I'll make Silverlune Pack stronger than ever." He smiled—real trust in his eyes. "Of course." Then that teasing smirk. "Wildgrove Pack's new Alpha heard you were back. Made the trip to see you." I blinked. "Who? Why would they—?" He just nodded toward the receiving room. I walked over and pushed the door open. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark green cloak, Wildgrove Pack's totem stitched across it. He turned. Amber eyes, that familiar spark. "So... you're finally coming home?"

I went back in time one year! I shook my head aggressively as my hands flung to my mouth, tears began to drop from my face, No! No! How is this possible, 2023?! How did I get back here?! Just when I thought I had finally escaped and found eternal peace, I was transported back to my horrid past?! Can I know exactly what my offense is?! My phone beeped and I looked down at it, it was a message from Michelle. -“Sis, are you having cold feet?! That’s normal, you don’t have to be nervous, Take your time, we’re all waiting. Xoxo- The message read,

"I'm sorry." "It's alright." Rosewood replied still looking at the kids' door before turning his attention back to Vontrap. "You have something else on your mind Vontrap. Say it." Vontrap exhaled before asking. "What do you plan on doing?" Vontrap asked after a few seconds of hesitation. Rosewood smiled meeting Vontrap's eyes. "Bringing her back is the best option." "Have you thought of why you want to bring her back?" "What do you mean?" "Is it because of the falling profits and invests or because you really want her back?"

Charlotte I marched towards the stage and picked up the microphone. All the guests had their eyes fixed on me. “Good morning everyone. I believe I need no introduction.” I could see almost half of the party guests whispering into each other's ears. “Thank you all for coming to my welcome back home party organized by the Alpha, my ex-husband.” Calling Ashton my ex-husband felt so good for some reason. “How dare you come back here?” A masculine voice from the crowd yelled while making his way towards the front row.

It sat in a separate account I didn’t log into. Every time I looked at the balance, it stared back at me like a wound I hadn’t stitched yet. By the third week, I got into a rhythm. Morning walks. Afternoon writing. Evening calls I didn’t return. Brands started circling again—testing the waters with soft emails and careful language. We’d love to have you back. When you’re ready. When you feel safe. The irony wasn’t lost on me. They wanted the comeback story. They wanted the shiny, resilient version of Fallon who rose from the ashes with glossy skin and a skincare routine.