I'll Surpass The Mc Novels & Stories

"Let's give them a revolution." "Marcus," Caspian barked, the hyperbaric chamber door hissing open as he stepped out, fully recovered and more powerful than ever. "Get the Ares III ready. We aren't hiding in Lagos anymore. We’re going to the heart of the world."

They did not need to care about this unrelated person. Thomas remained silent as well. He stood at the side and watched them. Sometimes these kids had to be given some motivation, but luckily, someone just did that for Thomas. Levant’s expression turned cold as he said, “River, how long do you think your Supreme Club can remain on top? Just wait for it. I’ll defeat you quickly!” “Haha! You didn’t even make a draft before you bragged. Can you do that?” River held his arms out and said, “Forget defeating our Supreme Club. In my opinion, you won’t even be able to pass the qualifiers.”

That doesn’t mean surrender. I remember straightening slightly, my voice calm but firm. “I’ll surpass her.” Charlotte blinked. “What?” “I’ll surpass her,” I repeated. “In a month.”

Samantha implied that Blake bleeding out was worth it as long as Anita never showed up in front of Andrew, and her secound mistake was calling Anita a human when she was supposed to be one herself. "You heard me right you fat pig, are you deaf now?" Growled Samantha who was resisting with her last breath the urge to morph and scratch her rival in love fat face with her claws, but she knew instinctively that the guys surrounding them would pounce on her before she even completed her transformation.

Emine was enraged, feeling frustrated by MC's audacity. "Come on, my Queen, let's settle one thing at hand first. We can talk about the other later," MC said playfully, knowing he had Emine in a tight spot. "MC, do you want to go to Africa? I heard the sun is really hot over there, and your color wouldn't be nice." "Don't worry, Miss. After returning from Africa, I can sell your car to make sure my color is back to normal." "Very good, very good, MC." Emine was breathing shakily, trying to control her anger.

Craig said, Mickel nodded, impressed with Craig's attitude. "Alright, we'll just have to work extra hard in here then. But remember, facing your fears is a crucial step towards growth, so don't be afraid to take that leap when the time comes." Mickel said, Craig smiked, "thanks for the pep talk, Mickel. I'll keep that in mind." Craig said, As their training session continued, Craig pushed himself to his limits, determined to become stronger and faster. And as he landed each punch and kick, he felt a newfound sense of purpose and determination.

She never wants our son to see her cry. “You’ll do just great, superstar,” I tell her. “You are only saying that to make me feel better,” Cathy murmurs. And because she’s more awesome than she thinks. “I’m going to go out there and fuck it up. I’ll ruin it.” “No, you won’t.” I lead her to the bed and sit us down. Mace tries to go to his mother but I don’t let him. Curling a finger under her jaw, I wiggle my brows until her lips quirk in the tiniest smile. “You will do great. You are already a superstar, all you need is a stage and you’ll blow everyone away.”

"Don't matter, I was right. This is the safest place for you." "But you decided that Max. You didn't let the MC. You know better than that, you could get into trouble." "Oh so what, you know all the rules and regulations of an MC now?" "Don't you dare. We may not be together anymore but don't you dare act like I wasn't learning in that damn club right alongside you. Don't you dare right off our entire relationship." "You mean like you did when I was over there fighting for your freedom and you were back at home spreading your legs and fucking some random guy?"

"But I must confess my fears were to blame for everything. Not you. Not even Nikko. Let me live through this hell, let me fall for a moment, let me feel the pain of walking away because I deserve it. Still, I’m sure I’ll get through this and keep living. Badly, well, happy or sad—I’ll live because there’s no better way to face life than with a lesson this harsh. "I never got to know that project you and Joao worked on up close, but I know you’re both so good at what you do that you’ll succeed. You’ll be great, Maël—you’ll achieve so much, nothing crooked, all of it on the right path, because this is the best time for it. So don’t stop fighting for what you want—those projects are your future

As the wedding date steadily approached, Mason and I grew closer with each passing day. One evening, instead of sending his chauffeur, he picked me up himself and drove us up the mountains until we reached the summit. Pointing at the starry sky, he asked, "Do you like it?" I found the gesture amusing and teased, "Is the starry sky your gift?" He lowered his eyes, shook his head slightly, and pressed a finger to his lips. I instinctively fell silent.