Re:rising Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We don’t have all day. The sun is already coming out and we still have to gather our warriors for today’s movement.” Rhea walked up to the freezer slowly and stared at the body of Steve that was still struggling to get its freedom from its temporary prison. “Melias Sidente supelè cristis. Rhea Damon.” Rhea watched as Steve shrieked and held his head in his hands in pain. A white light burst out from his being shooting the roof of the building open and illuminating the whole world for a split second. Everywhere went quiet immediately after and Layla tapped Rhea on the shoulder.

People from various industries and backgrounds, all seeking inspiration and guidance, rose to their feet to show their admiration and respect. Abigail's heart swelled with a mix of emotions—gratitude, pride, and a profound sense of responsibility. She had started this journey with a heavy heart, burdened by grief and uncertainty. Now, she stood before a room full of entrepreneurs, visionaries, and leaders who recognized her remarkable achievements in just a few short months.

Rita’s POV Hi there, I’m Rita Davis, a first-year student at Picaremore University in the bustling metropolis of Shenza City. Life wasn't always like this for me. I was raised as the only child by my father in Lacoste Town, a quiet little place far from the hustle and bustle of the big city. But ever since I lost my mother at the tender age of eight, things have been different.Growing up, I always dreamed of studying in Shenza City. It was a dream shared by many youngsters in Lacoste Town, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise ordinary existence.

She would not allow herself to falter now. Grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair, Isabella strode to the window, looking down at the bustling city below. It was a familiar view, one she had grown accustomed to since taking the reins at Orion Tech. The city was hers to conquer now, but the path ahead wasn’t going to be easy. She could feel Ryan’s shadow hanging over her every step, a constant reminder of what she had lost—and what she intended to take back.

Her feed was now flooded with posts and pictures from the people she had looked up earlier. Katrina, Lana, Ryan—all of them. It was almost crazy how they kept on appearing, maybe she shouldn't have searched about them earlier she thought, their updates filling her screen. Ryan had just posted a picture of himself at what seemed to be like a lounge drink in hand, flashing his signature smirk. Lana shared a short video of her day, looking effortlessly cool as always. Katrina’s post was more subtle—a quote about hard work and success, followed by a picture of her study setup.

Brandon. THE END✨

Over and over. “Rise.”

"Are you kidding? That's no bargain bin suit. Look at the cut, the jewels on the coat. That's a one-of-a-kind piece from the head designer, Mr. Chapman. It's worth a fortune!" I raised an eyebrow. Alfred's face went rigid just as he was about to snap at the guy. However, the guy just smiled warmly at him. "Alfred, what a surprise to see you here. It's Wade, man, it's been ages. I heard the Smith Group invited you to their big contest! "You'll be all the rage after this. A big congratulations to you! I hear Ms. Smith herself will be there, and her mysterious hubby's on the judging panel.

Let me destroy them both. My body hit the rocks. Pain. Darkness. But then... something else. A surge of power, ancient and wild, wrapping around my broken bones. Heat flooded through me, electric and alive. A voice whispered through the void, feminine and eternal: Your prayer is heard, daughter of the moon. You were never weak. You were never broken. You were dormant, waiting. Rise again. Awaken your true self. And take everything they tried to steal. Then everything went black...