Re:rising Novels & Stories

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

Serenity POV I square my shoulders, stand straight, and follow my father's unit up the steps. I feel my unit fall into formation behind me and am proud to call them mine. It came so naturally. I never realised what I had been missing out on growing up by pushing these wolves away. Since I woke up in that hospital, with all my secrets laid bare, I had barely been able to catch a minute alone. I know they are worried about when the penny will drop, and I will crash. I know they all watch me, waiting for my breakdown. But they are doing that to be there to catch me when I fall, and nothing feels better than knowing I have them. I won't fall. I won't crash. I have never been better in my life, n

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

And that silence, for once, felt like peace. Meanwhile, Mason rebuilt what the Whitehills had tried to destroy. He bought Eternity back. I don’t know how he did it, but one morning he walked into our kitchen, kissed my shoulder, and casually dropped, “Oh, by the way, I bought Eternity back.” As if he hadn’t just reclaimed the company that once held his entire identity. He didn’t try to run it the same way. He started fresh. New board. New branding. And with Rising Row expanding rapidly, Rosa returned from Paris now and then to advise on sustainable design. She never stayed long—she liked her distance—but it was enough to see her standing next to Mason at press launches, laughing at something

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.