Hope Rising Book Novels & Stories

"Should we ask the manager to let that waitress go?" I chuckled and shook my head. "We're almost there. You know, going from high life to low is no easy feat. These days, even without my meddling, she's not exactly living the dream." "It's all in your hands. We're up soon, let's head out." Carol smoothed out my collar and clasped my hand, guiding me up to the stage, one step at a time. The spotlight hit us, and I stood there, cool and collected. The audience was a sea of professionals, and right by my side was Carol, the only one I could see.

“Lily, do you have any wishes for the new year?” Perhaps my expression stood out too much in the middle of all the celebration. Daniel suddenly called my name. “I want a raise,” I said. My voice wasn’t loud, but everyone heard it. The room suddenly fell silent. People slowly turned to look at me. The smile on Daniel’s face disappeared. “What did you say?” He walked down from the stage. He tossed the microphone aside, and it let out a sharp screech. “Say it again.” He stopped in front of me.

The citizens, caught in the fervor of the moment, found solace and strength in their shared commitment to safeguarding their future. Rhesus, standing amidst the fervent assembly, absorbed the energy pulsating from the crowd. He raised his hand, acknowledging the support, and the crowd responded with an uproar of approval. "To the halls of resistance, we march!" Rhesus proclaimed, his voice carrying over the sea of faces. "Let this day be remembered as the birth of our defiance!"

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

People from various industries and backgrounds, all seeking inspiration and guidance, rose to their feet to show their admiration and respect. Abigail's heart swelled with a mix of emotions—gratitude, pride, and a profound sense of responsibility. She had started this journey with a heavy heart, burdened by grief and uncertainty. Now, she stood before a room full of entrepreneurs, visionaries, and leaders who recognized her remarkable achievements in just a few short months.

I wondered, as I stared up at the sky, who would come out on top or would we lose everything. VERITY I flexed my hand, feeling nothing but softness underneath, not just underneath; all around me. Lazily I slid my eyes open and saw nothing but white surrounding me, and rubbing my cheek against Shamshiel’s downy feathers, marveling at the softness against my skin. His wing shifted, opening slowly, and I saw his bare torso, the muscles rippling as his wing moved. I felt like I was coming out of a cocoon and looked up into his face, a small smile on his lips. In his hands he had the Bible. I raised a brow at his choice of reading.

When he looks up, the arrogance on his face is gone. “Fine,” he murmurs. “I’ll do as you asked,” “Better,” I turn and walk out, satisfaction buzzing through my veins. Now, let's see how long Jess’s miracle reputation of raising the dead will last. I’m almost at the end of the corridor when a little girl bumps into me. “Sorry,” the girl mutters quickly. She presses something into my palm. But before I can react, she has disappeared towards the stairway. “Wait!” I turn… but she’s gone.

I heard Roger finally speak with the crossbow on his hands. “Stop!” Roger warned the man loudly. “Give her to me.” The man’s low voice burrowed into my heart with his scent. Author’s POV Valentine was walking alone along the roadside of the Dead Forest the moonlight reflected on his body, revealing his long cyan hair that fluttered gently with the wind he was on his way back home when suddenly, “Hm…? Humans..” He noticed a group of cargos moving in a row along the bumpy road of the Dead Forest.

“This was refined by Julian using your golden core. As long as I swallow it, my cultivation will soar. Dealing with you will be effortless. “If I defeat you, I’ll be the sect’s hero. Who would dare to oppose me then?” The more she spoke, the more arrogant she became, as if she could see herself admired and worshipped by all. I looked at the pill in her hand. A faint, unreadable smile flashed across my lips. Without hesitation, Wendy tilted her head back and swallowed it.

Beautiful room but very functional. Ana glided between the aisles of chairs and tables toward her goal. There in the second row was where she should sit, but a rather large, dusky skinned man in robes sat. Clearly pleased about some accomplishment and attempting to give off the impression that he was clearly more important than he was. Ana lay her documents on the desk in front of him. Gave him a wide smile and waited for him to say something. “May I help you, my dear? You appear to be confused about your place. Perhaps I can assist you in finding your place.” Butter couldn’t melt faster in his mouth without burning.