Re:rising Novels & Stories

Melissa started to raise her voice, as though she had more to say. “Pardon me, Ms. Jenkins, but I’m busy. Goodbye.” The night lights lit up in the city. Many nights ago, I had dreamed of sharing a warm home with Wanda. Yet, she singlehandedly destroyed all those dreams and shattered them to the point of no return. - The project with Surge Technologies was both my touchstone and whetstone. Mr. Jones was very generous with affording me with resources and power, but he did so while keeping a close eye on my performance.

The bell above the door alerted them that we were there, and Charlotte smiled and waved us over. “Look at the design that Reece is planning out for my legs. He told me he can start tomorrow if that works”. “You can come when ever you like. I will make sure that one of the boys is available to drive you” I turned to Reece “How much are you charging?” “I am not charging her a penny, her smile will be payment enough”. “Why did I have a feeling you would say that” I laughed as I nodded to Warren. Warren left and then came back in pushing a limited-edition Harley that I knew Reece had his eye on.

burning so strong. moreover hearing about Gray's resurrection and also him getting a Soulmate made Erebus even more desperate to hold back the turmoil of anger within him, Erebus then chose to see some of the letters he had previously written for some of his powers to work together for him. one person he has to call other than to help him is the traitor of the Shiren nation, Erebus needs to prove one object that only belongs to that creature that occupies the underwater world that can make all his wishes come true he must immediately s end his subordinates to meet with Shiren and get the thing he wants.

As she climbed into bed, her phone buzzed with a text from Rylan: "Thank you for a wonderful evening. Sweet dreams, beautiful." Ravenna stared at the message, her finger hovering over the reply button. Finally, she typed out a response: "The pleasure was all mine. Goodnight, Rylan." As she set her phone aside, Ravenna closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come. The game was far from over, and she couldn't afford to let her guard down. Rylan may have killed her in her past life, may have betrayed her in the worst possible way, but in this life, she would be the one to come out on top.

"If someone crosses your boundaries, don't be afraid to say no. If you stay silent when someone tries something small, they'll keep testing how far they can go until they reach their ultimate goal. In the end, it's always the girl who pays the price. Nobody cares about who the bad guy is. All eyes will be on the victim. Stand tall, and never let them win." One day, after picking up my daughter from school, I saw a new homeless man wandering the streets. It was David. After losing the lawsuit to me, many of his employees resigned, and the company soon went under. His wife, disgusted with him, kicked him out of their home. He had no choice but to join Lisa and Henry under the bridge. As for me

The woman standing on the dais lifted her hands and smiled at the group before her. Sara flew around in the vision and moved in closer so that she could focus on the woman standing upon the dais. When she moved in close, she could see the red hair and the deep green eyes. The moment she learned the woman’s identity, the entire vision rippled and faded away.

The tiredness that had been noted in the reports gradually disappeared from the language used to describe him, replaced by something that read, in the careful factual prose of people who deal in observable data, like a person who has been given enough room to breathe and is using it well. For Ana, he arranged a significant donation to her NGO — directed, through several layers of legitimate intermediary, toward a program expansion that required additional staff and increased responsibilities for existing team members. Ana was promoted within three months. Her salary increased. The careful, contained life she had built became slightly less precarious, slightly more like something she had chos

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

STERLING ENTERPRISES (STE) - DOWN 62% IN PRE-MARKET TRADING. Chloe stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall, a steaming porcelain mug of black coffee held tightly between her hands. She wore a simple charcoal-grey silk blouse with the sleeves rolled up, her dark hair pulled back into a messy bun. "They're calling you a phantom," Chloe said softly, her voice carrying a dry, exhausted rasp. "Half the pundits on Bloomberg think you're a resurrected titan. The other half think you're a bio-engineered distraction created to trigger a short squeeze."

The converted monastery sat high in the hills of northern Italy, all stone walls and arched windows, the kind of place that smelled like centuries of silence and slow healing. Phoenix Rising. Lily had picked the name the day they drove past it, her voice soft but sure. “We’re rising from the ashes. Not hiding in them.”