Making A Comeback Novels & Stories

If his competitors knew he used a sloppy backing track in his carefully prepared comeback show, he would become the butt of their jokes! What’s more, he had recomposed his first hit, which sounded completely different from existing backing tracks. Just then, Melanie looked up and said softly, “I can do it.”

They sculpt what remains. And this this breaking was not going to be my downfall. It was the first movement in a comeback I had finally begun to imagine.

"Didn’t expect to see you back on the big screen. So I came to check in." His tone was laced with casual charm, but Mia could hear it, that edge of something else. Possession? Warning? She offered a tight smile. "It’s not about being back on screen. I’m building momentum for my foundation. That’s all. Investors, partners... it helps if they remember your name, you know. After such a long time." Lucas laughed lightly, but there was no humor in it. He leaned against the table, folding his arms. "Right. The noble comeback. You always knew how to package it."

"Also good." "You need to be there." “I know." "In person. On stage, and in front of three hundred people in New York." I stopped typing and looked at her properly. New York. I hadn't been back since the day I'd left. Three years ago I'd walked out of that city as Evelyn Hart with one suitcase and divorce papers and no plan except to get as far away as possible. I'd built an entire life since then. A company, a name, and a version of myself that didn't flinch when people looked at me. But going back felt different, even when I knew it was blind to happen with BioGen's expansion.

"I want to apologise for my behaviour last Friday. I'm sorry I said those hurtful things. I was really worried and..." "Look Liam, you don't need to worry about me. Asides from the fact that I'm an adult, I have already inconvenienced you more than enough." "You have in no way inconvenienced me." "Please. Encroaching your home, your office. That's too much inconvenience if you ask me. I don't like it here, life hasn't been unfair to me but somethings cannot be questioned. Coming back home, I thought it would help me heal so I was glad when your mum reached out to me. It was the perfect time. Right now, I'm constantly reminded of the things I couldn't have or achieve. Having to go through all

But now it's more like a dull ache, the kind you get from an old injury when the weather changes. But this excitement with Mariah? This feels fresh and dangerous in a completely different way that I couldn't explain. I scrub my hands over my face, trying to get my shit together. This is exactly what I don't need right now. I came to Chicago to get away from complications, not dive headfirst into new ones. My phone buzzes with a text from my publicist: ~Reporter from Sports Center wants to do a piece on your comeback. Interested?~ ~No,~ I text back immediately.

It was like hearing an unbelievable utterance. Was Rina crazy or something? How could she suddenly say she wanted to make a comeback after five years of absence from the industry, plus the previous scandal and now, the trending news of her divorce, miscarriage, and infidelity. How did she plan to make a comeback with no resources at all? "Rina!" George Stone stuttered. "Making a comeback after five years… that's impossible." George didn't believe it was possible. Not with the whole buzz currently going on in the internet.

Unexpectedly, this assistant’s words only caused Mimi to roll her eyes. “If you weren’t my assistant, I would’ve definitely slapped you silly… What do you mean by a huge comeback? Am I in that bad of a situation recently? I’ve still got to leave my house with sunglasses and a mask just because I might get recognized if I’m not careful. So, why would I have to make a huge comeback?” Mimi pursed her lips, slightly unhappy.

She hadn’t done something like this since her career fell apart, since Maurice, since the tabloids had chewed her up and spat her out like she was nothing but scandal wrapped in a pretty face. Now she was trying to rebuild. The new album was her way of saying she had survived. “Thirty seconds to air!” someone called. Veldena inhaled deeply. Her reflection in the studio monitor looked calm, perfect hair, soft makeup, and a practiced smile. But she could feel the storm under her skin. “Alright, everyone, we will go live in five… four… three… two…” The red light blinked on. “Good evening, everyone, and welcome back to Inside Line!” the host said cheerfully. “Tonight, we have a very special gues

"I am not going to let Carrow decide when and how and where my story comes out." Dee looked at me. Something moved across his face. Not concerned. Something older and warmer than usual. "When?" he said. I thought about it. The foundation was three weeks old. The surgical programme was running. The donors were committed. The name Iris Ashford meant something now that it had not meant fourteen months ago when I chose it in a recovery room in Seoul. "Not yet," I said again. "But I need to be ready. And I need Carrow handled before I am."