Making A Comeback Novels & Stories

I told him as I got up and went straight to the bathroom to freshen up…even though I know it won’t do anything about my physical appearance right now. I shut the door and sighed. Today, I’m just going to find a company to work with so I could preoccupy myself with something other than Kaisser Bennett. Or maybe I would just pretend to apply in Nildex so I could see him. Damn. I want him back. I need him back. I know what I did was unforgivable but I’m not going to back down. My eyes are set on the goal. I want Kai back to me. I could melt his anger with my love. I could ease the pain with my love. That, I’m certain of.

In life, no matter how much we want something to happen, if the time is not right we cannot force it to happen. Just like Sydney and I fell in love. I really wanted to fight her back then, but I still didn't have the ability to do that. When you love, you will be really hurt. Because you don’t really love if you don’t feel pain. Above all, no matter how much we have been hurt, we must not forget that life will be easier if we know how to forgive those who have hurt us—in the past or in the present. — So, my story entitled My Ex-Boyfriend's Comeback is now over. So, I just want to thank you all!

Their sharp words rang in my ears, each one tightening the knot in my chest. Since leaving the orphanage, I'd worked tirelessly to pay off my student loans, scrimping and saving every cent. I had cut myself off from everyone; aside from Henry and Clara, I had no friends. All I ever wanted was to pay off my debts and begin my search for my biological parents with a clean slate. But to everyone else, it was simply "proof" that I was desperate to claw my way into their wealth. "Mom, I feel so sick… Can we please just go home?" Clara whimpered.

But I then remembered I never planned on making acting my main source of income; I had to make a comeback to the hacking world. I began to plan on how to create a new profile for myself because if I used my old profile, it would scare a lot of people. Jenna from the Hidden Valley was dead; it would scare a lot of people if her account started running again. This time I would be calling myself the phoenix because I was reborn from the ashes that Rio turned me into. I also thought it was a good idea to call myself that when I was carrying out my miracle doctor duties. As I was in deep contemplation, somebody knocked on Adrien's door.

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.

"Atlantic Records wants to sign me. They're talking about an album—songs about survival, about escaping abuse, about finding love after trauma. They think it'll be a bestseller." "Would it?" "Probably. Pain sells. People love a comeback story." I laughed bitterly. "I could have my career back. Everything I thought I'd lost. All I have to do is bare my soul for public consumption and pretend the past few months weren't the worst experience of my life." "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." "Don't I? Music is who I am. It's all I've ever been. Without it, who am I?"

“A date? With you? Oh, sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.” “Don’t get any ideas,” I said dryly. “You’re my cover, nothing more.” “Of course,” he said, his tone far too smug. “But if we’re going to sell this, you’d better dress to impress. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.” I rolled my eyes, already regretting my decision. “Just be ready by seven, Christopher.” “Anything for you, darling. This is going to be fun.” As I ended the call, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. If the Joneses thought last night was bad, they had no idea what was coming for them.

Outside the window, neon lights flickered, and the city pulsed with life. I stood on the terrace of a luxurious hotel, overlooking this sleepless metropolis. This was my 23rd birthday party. I had been reborn. Not only was I alive and well, but I had returned to ten years ago. This was the year the Grant Corporation had just completed a major international acquisition and successfully gone public. This was the year I had yet to become Victor’s wife. “Isn’t it enough to give anyone a headache?” A snide voice came from behind me.

We scheduled a meeting, and I called Ruby to arrange for her to meet me at a café across from the company. Meanwhile, Mr. Lloyd had announced his return to the stardom. With his past popularity and massive fan base, he was poised to make a spectacular comeback. Given the buzz surrounding him, the opportunities he’d receive would be extraordinary, and his momentum would be unstoppable.

It was all part of a bigger plan, a game of chess where every move counted. The next step would be to reach out to my network, to start laying the groundwork for my return. It would be a homecoming like no other—a statement to those who thought they could bury me, to those who believed they could write me off. I would establish my company in that city, not just to expand my business, but to send a clear message: I am back, stronger than ever.