Making A Comeback Novels & Stories

Yes, we are returning to civilization tomorrow, I understand that they are very rich but I cannot allow myself to be supported, I need a good job and I still do not have papers legalizing me in this country which I'm very apprehensive but to hell with tomorrow I'll have plenty of time to think about my future, about our future but for the moment today is all that matters. Guitar entertainment, singing, laughter, jokes, little anecdotes, everything is there. This evening will be unforgettable because it marks the beginning of a new life

****************Aubrey's pov****************** As the plane lowered onto the runway, a tumultuous wave of emotions surged within me—sadness, strength, determination. The wheels touched down with a gentle thump, but my mind was anything but calm. Returning to this place felt like walking into the eye of a storm that had nearly destroyed me, yet I was no longer the vulnerable person who had left three years ago. I was now a tempered and resilient force. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself of my purpose for coming here: to reclaim everything that was taken from me and to exact the vengeance I had meticulously plotted.

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

Sarah was having trouble understanding why she was arguing with him over something useless, she had been ogling at him for too long now and it was obvious he was gonna notice but why was she annoyed. She had one explanation. Her coming period. “You-” “Listen, let's just call it a day, I don't know why I'm acting like this and I have a sister to return to at the hospital. So goodbye ``Sarah concluded the argument and the man she left standing at the table only stared at her retreating back.

If I would ever look in the mirror and see myself instead of a stranger. My phone buzzed. Raven's phone. I picked it up and saw a text from someone named Diana Park. "Welcome home. We need to talk about your comeback. Call me when you are ready." Diana Park. I remembered that name from the hospital. Raven's manager. The woman who found her after the overdose. I stared at the message. A comeback. Diana wanted Raven to return to modeling. To step back into the spotlight. That was exactly what I needed. If I was going to get close to Lucas, I needed money and status. I needed to be someone important. Someone he would notice.

"What kind of special project?" "I can't talk about it yet. It's still in the planning stages. But if it works out, it could be my comeback. My redemption. Everything I've been working toward." His voice dropped lower. "I'm going to prove to everyone that I'm not a failure. That I'm not a victim. That I'm still a force in the fashion industry." Magnificence. He was talking about Magnificence. "That sounds exciting. I can't wait to hear more about it."

“Hey girl, we’re throwing a welcome home party for you! You’ve been through so much lately, and we want to celebrate your comeback. You in?” At first, I hesitated. I wasn’t the type to throw big parties, especially not after everything that had happened. I was still processing so much, still coming to terms with the changes I’d made in my life. But as I thought about it, I realized that I needed this. I needed to allow myself to celebrate, to be surrounded by people who cared about me and wanted to see me thrive. So, I replied, “Alright, I’m in. Let’s do it.”

My life became richer and more fulfilling. I was no longer that little girl who revolved around Dante. I was independent and living for myself. After leaving the country, I never went back to New Yis. I canceled my old phone number, changed my identity information, and made sure Dante could never find me. My roommates, all international students, went home almost every break. When they invited me to come back to New Yis with them, I always refused. That place held too many memories and pain. I didn't want to return.

What have I got myself into? Indeed I`m not responsible and mature, I should have listened. I wish I had never wanted the key, I wish I could return it back. But that will never happen because it`s too late, I can`t undo what`s already done. As days went by, my Last- born brother came back from overseas, unannounced. At least, unlike others, he cared to ask about my dream.

And it was nice to finally catch up on that stuff with my best friend. Becca had actually secured a steady job since moving back to Melbourne, which she seemed pretty thrilled about. She was working for a relatively small media outlet, editing articles and news releases before they were published online. Although it wasn't quite as big a breakthrough as getting a book published or striking up an author contract, it was a step in the right direction, and I could tell that it gave her a lot of joy.