Her Dominant Comeback Novels & Stories

I have lost a lot of weight in the last two months and my body feels light and powerful. We kept watching as more stories came up. They talked about my parents crying happy tears. They showed Caspian standing tall like the king he was. One reporter said, “This is the comeback of the century. Seraphina Montclair Voss is not just back, She is taking over.” Emelda clapped her hands. “The I*******m page is blowing up too. We have thousands of new followers already. This is perfect for our plans.” I smiled knowing that for the first time in years I felt in control.

“Don’t call him that, and yes it does make me feel better. Because we had a fight last time we spoke, and even after he’d threatened my ass, all I could think about was how much I wanted him to bend me over and take me in the kitchen. The poor customer from before walked by again and I sent an apologetic smile in her direction. “I think I need some of that pregnancy hormone. Do they by any chance sell that in a bottle to go.” “I’d love to give you all of mine.” I grumbled. “Wait, YOU need libido?” “Not me, Damien.” She sighed, “he’s on one of his nerd outs. I get good dick after, but I’m horny now.” Hannah used ‘nerd outs’ to refer to when Damien got ‘lost in the sauce’ of his hobbies. “Look

This is her territory and she dared not mess up with her. She turned to look for Zenith and saw him toasting to some guest holding Chris. She turned to her friends. "My son in law is busy. Will you like it if I introduced you to my grandson, Chris?", She asked. " He is the Baxtar's heir now", She said. "Can you introduce us to Reina Stuart? She is your in law right?", Mrs Stone asks hopefully. Maya gulped hard. The truth is that Reina is kinda cold to her. Mia must have told her tales.

I had to protect her, and I needed to be more cautious. After some time, she came out wearing a tight-fitting, bright red, satin dress with a low cut back. My mouth dropped. And my dick definitely felt it too. She looked sexy as hell. Like a devil that escaped hell. My little devil. "What do you think?" "My favourite so far," she smiled, turning around, looking in the full-length mirror. I ran my tongue across my bottom teeth. Fuck, she's hot. I stood up from the couch, walked over to her and placed my hands on her hips. I leaned into the crook of her neck.

She's a Goddess! I admit, six years ago I hated her especially when she made me think that the man I love was going to marry her. I thought she was the kind of woman who loves trouble, and hurting someone's feelings. But that’s the opposite of what I discovered in her today. She's sweet and she is very caring. Michael Andrew Claveria; He's ruthless, cold and serious. He has a baritone voice. His eye color is dark blue. He looks hot with his thin beard. He may look dangerous—yet attractive.

I heard him muttering her name in his sleep. He still wanted her. And I hated her for it. I had ripped her out of his life once. She was weak then. Drowning in guilt and shame, barely standing after we tore her down. But now she was back. Stronger. Revered. Alpha of her reborn pack. Her name danced on the tongues of every council member, every reporter, every warrior whispering about her perfume empire and the comeback no one could’ve predicted. She didn't just survive. She became a legend.

I never liked her, but right now, we needed each other, even if temporarily. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “So, what exactly is this all about, Emily? You said it’s urgent.” I smiled thinly. “It is. You’ve seen the news, haven’t you?” Kate’s brow arched. “You mean the governor’s video begging Sylvia to come back? Yes, it was hard to miss. The media’s all over it. Sylvia Rhodes, the heroic surgeon returning to save the day.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s ridiculous.”

"Do you know how my daughter looked when she returned home that night?" Mr. Smith said nothing. "She returned to my house in her wedding dress, Mr. Smith. In her wedding dress!" He paused and swallowed painfully. "As I told you, it's been four days and my daughter has been indoors; she hasn't cried nor laughed. Mr. Smith, I want to tell you that my daughter did not cry since the public embarrassment happened. That is how I knew how badly your dumb family has hurt my daughter. Natasha always cries whenever she's hurt, but with this, she's been quiet and keeping to herself ever since the day the incident happened."

"He doesn't want you. He wants her. And if you collapse now, she wins twice." The thought of Sarah—her perfect hair, her effortless laugh, her way of reclaiming what she had once discarded—acted like a spark in the dark. I pulled out my old laptop. Before I was Mrs. Lucian Blackwood, I was an honors graduate in Graphic Design. For three years, I had let my talents wither, playing the role of the silent socialite. No more.

"If she does, be with her. Help her through it." "You're a good kid. I know that. Dad believes that." I'd drifted through two lifetimes. For the first time, being part of a family felt real. Mom was unconscious for two weeks before she came back. The first thing she said was: "Eve. I'm sorry. I was wrong." Her gaze was unfocused, her voice barely above a breath.