Showing The World What I Can Do Novels & Stories

I don't care ,I don't care if they call me crazy ,we could live in a world that we design Cause every night I lye in bed the brightest colors fill my head ,a million dreams are keeping me awake. I think of what the world could be,a vision of the one I see.A million dreams are keeping me awake..🎶 I was really surprised, I've never heard such a beautiful voice..I walked closer to see the person,and I saw the witch.. "What ?How can a person like her have this type of voice" I said inwardly,and I hid so she won't see me..

“You… you really are unstoppable.” Ellie leaned back, feeling the car move, the city blurred outside the window. “I am. And soon… soon, the world will see that equality is not negotiable. That power, influence, and courage belong to those willing to claim them. And I… I am claiming them all.”

“Film yourself making these recipes. Post them. Show the world what you can do. Not just for us, not just for the family, but for you. People would adore this—seeing ancient recipes reimagined by you, brought to life in your kitchen.” Her brows rose, her lips parting in surprise. “You really think so?” “I don’t think,” I said firmly, “I know. You are extraordinary. And the world should see it.” For a moment she looked at me, really looked, as though measuring the weight of my words. Then she smiled, soft and certain. “Then I will.”

Sean lifted his chin defiantly. "Hmph, you're a lousy mom. I'll do way better than you." I shook my head, not bothering to argue. The system asked again: [Who will go first?] With exaggerated confidence, Sean declared, "I'll go! Dad and I will become multimillionaires." The system's tone remained steady. [And in which areas do you believe you'll outperform the one being judged?] "In every area!" Sean puffed out his chest. "I'll be a kind, generous mom—one everyone in class will envy."

“When the world knows who you belong to, I won't need to fight so hard.” Words eluded me. My throat suddenly went dry. “Deal. Or not?”

"No! Can 100 million dollars buy back the ten years of my youth? Can 100 million dollars undo the lifelong regret of missing my mom's final moments? "I've been left with a mild disability for life because of you. I shake even when carrying a fruit basket. Can 100 million dollars heal that? "You know better than anyone what I've sacrificed for you and what I've lost throughout the ten years. Tell me. Can money buy any of that back?" At that moment, I finally snapped. I screamed at Corey, releasing all the pent-up frustration and anger inside me. I wasn't sure whether he was frightened or just couldn't face me, but his expression turned pale. His eyes reddened, and he couldn't meet my eyes. "I

I said as the anchor watched me slowly and then nodded. “One last question,” she said and I braced myself. “If you could say anything to the world right now, what would it be?” she continued. This time, I didn't hesitate, I turned slightly, facing the camera directly. My reflection stared back at me through the lens, but it didn't feel like the same woman anymore. “I won't be broken,” I said firmly, my voice didn't shake. “Not by lies, not by betrayal, not by anyone who thinks they can reduce me to something small. Not anymore” I said and I exhaled. The words landed with weight.

She squeezed several drops of eye drops into her eyes to fake tears, then took a few selfies. She chose the one that looked the most fragile and uploaded it to social media with a caption. [I've always known no one would love me forever, but why hurt me like this? Why hurt our baby? I'm so scared…]

the woman I had seen while I was in the coma. “You,” I breathed, my confusion warring with my relief. “Yes, me,” she said, her smile as calm as if we were having tea in a garden. “Why can’t I cross over?” I asked firmly, my chest heaving. “I want to help Alexei. He’s in a cage.” “That isn’t how it works, Novel. You see, Alexei isn’t in that cage yet. He will only end up there if he fails to defeat his own fears.” She flicked her fingers.