Re-written Novels & Stories

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

At least, that was what I told myself. However, when I actually sat in the exam room, before the papers were even handed out, my hands were already trembling. I knew better than anyone how much I had put into that. I wanted a good result. The SAT ended smoothly. When the scores came out, I had done better than ever before. It was good enough for a strong university. Derrick's Writing and Language score was still terrible, so in the end, he chose to use his competition results to get into Kingswell University.

- A year later, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city lights below. After I left that family, my career only continued to improve. My skills and talent had finally been recognized, and I was now a design director. My phone vibrated with a message from an unknown number. It was a photo, showing an old woman with white hair hunched over a trash can, rummaging for food. My mother-in-law, who had once been so proud and domineering, had ended up living like this after all. She looked at least twenty years older. Her clothes were in tatters, and she was limping. Her eyes were cloudy, but I could still see a sharp, calculating look in them.

Knight, who's looking directly at Franziene, didn't notice the person's reaction and expression towards him. The number of participants was reduced by one even though the exam will resume tomorrow. How did this happen? ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~

The emotion in her was vivid through her eyes. "I'm sorry, I- It's because of me we are rejected. I should have behaved properly, more like a woman if I say in their words." I fiddled with my hand on my lap. Tears blurring my vision, I saw a paw then a mass being laid on my lap. It was grey. I wiped away the tears with the end of my hoodie. A hoodie. I wasn't wearing a hoodie that day. "Where are we,grey?" "we are in your thoughts"

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For those who may have read Chapter 29 already, you do not need to reload - nothing changed in the chapter. Just a system glitch. Chapters 30 and 31 are ready to be uploaded - I should be able to upload tomorrow morning. I do not want the chapters to get messed up. Nor do I want you to pay for a Chapter you already purchased. Hope you are enjoying the story so far. There are still lots of questions to be answered and bumps in the road, before Elizabeth can find her happily ever after. Hope you are enjoying Rejected so far. Ellie xo

Zane After months of recuperation, my body had finally regained its strength. I stood before the mirror in my chambers, flexing my fingers, feeling the blood pulse through my veins, a renewed sense of vigor coursing through me. It was time to put the next phase of my plan into motion. I pulled the heavy velvet drapes aside, letting the early morning sun flood the room, a stark contrast to the darkness that had clouded my mind during my illness. The light felt like a baptism, a signal that I was ready to reclaim my place. I called for my most trusted lieutenant.

Orange light bled across the skyline in thin strips, and the streets below were still quiet, still unhurried, the whole city existing in that brief window before the day remembered its urgency. Valerie had no such luxury. She had 365 days. Maybe less. She opened her phone and created a new note, private, password locked, titled simply: RR. Rewrite. Reclaim. Ruin. She had not decided which word fit best yet. Perhaps all three. She began typing. Poultry, location, startup cost, supplier contacts. Feed mill collaboration window: eight months. Inheritance, do not sign. Do not sign anything. Secure legal advice quietly. Anthony's weakness: ego, fear of his father's disapproval, obsession with app

I raised my hands to cast the spell quickly before I got soaked and used it to move the plants onto the porch . I ran back to the porch taking off my now soaked clothes before walking back inside .Closing and locking the door I before headed back to my room to change . On my way up I grabbed the phone off the side table and threw it on the bed . As I was drying off I heard the rain now heavily hitting the house with some wild winds . Once I finished I wrapped the towel around me and walked to my bed and opened the packages . I turned the phone and started programming it. When I finish my phone starts to ring all my notifications, email, etc..