Making A Comeback Novels & Stories

"Six months. You pay more than anyone else would. No guarantee you keep it after." "You're really doing this. Tonight. Wearing a dress like that." "Focus, Mr. Devereaux." "I'm extremely focused." He said with a glint in his eye. "Nine months. Split the difference. My team can't rebuild the whole operation twice in a year." She considered it "Nine months. Same price I opened with." "You're not going to give me anything, are you." "I already gave you nine months instead of six. Don't get greedy."

I kept telling myself I needed to do something more, something that could help me regain control over my life. Soon, it was the start of a new week, and I decided it was time to get back to what I loved doing best—acting. I was done with hiding away, done with feeling sorry for myself. There were new projects casting announcements, and I had this determination to start auditioning again. I found some exciting opportunities online, as well as a few in the groups I was a part of as an actress. I took it as my chance to finally get back on my feet and take back what the scandal had tried to steal from me.

I answered, rubbing both palms and grinning evilly. "What is it now?" She stared intensely at me and opened her mouth to talk. "Plus you're happier than I expected you to be." Why wouldn't I be happy when I found the key to my happiness? "A rebound." I beamed, wriggling my eye brows. "Rebound?" She bit out of her apple and blinked rapidly at me. "You mean like a bounce back?" "A rebound you fool." I face palmed then placed both my palms on her shoulders and shook her.

“As long as you live, you have a chance to make a comeback.” She would have to let Grace down, because she did not want to make a comeback. All Carol wanted was to live out the rest of her life alone.

Jeremy shook hands with the producer, then took his seat across from the anchor, a familiar face from years past. “Jeremy, thanks for sitting down with us. Let’s get right to it-why make a comeback now?” Jeremy leaned forward, hands clasped. “To be honest, I didn’t plan this. Jenifer Walter and Trisha Steinmetz both wanted me to step in after Trisha’s injury. I was just trying to help the team. I hadn’t played in four years, so it was a rough start last week. But I shook off the rust in the second half, and I expect to get better as the season goes on.”

~ “Them old mistakes are gone, I won’t do them no more That’s old news, there’s new news, I done did that before I turned them into something, my comeback on one hunnid’ Less talking, more action, you just gon’ CiCi coming I just keep elevating, no losses, just upgrading My lessons, made blessings, I turned that into money Thank God I never settled, this view is so much better I’m chilling, I’m winning, like on another level.”~ Rita stood behind the podium and grabbed the microphone just as the song died down.

Old publicists she’d fired, voices sugary-sweet now that she was bankable again. “Darling, this is your moment to reclaim your crown,” purred one, a woman who once brokered half her covers in glossy magazines she never kept. “You’ve got goodwill now. People want a comeback. We can position it perfectly, fierce, unstoppable. We do the parties, the photo shoots. Get your face back on every major trade. There’s no ceiling, Celeste. Not for you.” Celeste sat on the arm of the couch, phone wedged between her ear and shoulder, gaze fixed on the window where the sun flared sharp against the skyline.

"Good. All I've wanted for you is to return to the real world with the rest of us." "Ha! Yes, I know, I've let myself hide from the world, and now it's time to return. I want to pick up exactly where I left off with who I was." "Queen Ella is coming back! That's the bitch I know! Making a comeback that the world will never be ready for." "They'll have to get ready. I'm not hiding from them anymore."

But it was my mother who grabbed all my attention. There she was, with her usual big, albeit weak smile as she spoke into the camera. “Hi, my darlings, Katrina and Mason!” I instantly felt tears pricking at the back of my eyes at her oh-so-familiar and beloved raspy melodious voice which was a bit weak. “ This is Day one of my grand comeback! Don’t be mad that you didn't even know I had woken up, but I really wanted to surprise you guys. To make it up to you, I decided to get my recovery moments documented so you won't miss my grand comeback journey! And by the time you guys are watching this, I must have become as fit as a fiddle and ready to rock the world once again with you my angels! A

Maybe this was my second chance, some divine gift that allowed me to see my parents again, to speak with them one last time before moving on. But then, ehy is Sabrina here? She wasn’t supposed to be in the afterlife, was she? Sabrina was alive—she was there the whole time, wasn't she? This doesn't seem like the afterlife. And if all that just happened wasn’t a dream, then there could only be one explanation. I was reborn. I was back, four years ago, on the day of my 18th birthday. The day I first shifted. Three days before my parents’ death.