Song Rise Above Novels & Stories

They can't keep their hands off eachother. As his band gets recognition and everything starts to turn around for them, Faris finds himself caught in a controversy one that could ruin his career and his dream. The band faces backlashes and is on the edge of breaking and on the other hand everything turns upside down in his fairytale love story.

Kind of felt like I owed him one now. Grace began humming along to a song on playing in the car. At first, I didn't recognize the song but as the chorus hit, I realized that it was Unstoppable by Sia. The song suited Grace. She truly was unstoppable. Through all the bad shit that seemed to happen to her, she still found a way to raise from it all, like a Phoenix rising from it's ashes.

“I don’t care if they see me as broken. I am not Maureen. I am Juno. And I will survive.” The miasma twisted, swirling with anger, as if it resented my defiance. Its whispers became sharper, clawing at my mind, reminding me of all I could gain if I only surrendered. You can be stronger than all of them, it cooed. You can rule, you can dominate, you can take what is yours and more without mercy.

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

to his fvcking question. These drunk nincompoops ! Pfft. I am gonna sue each one of them !! Someone just fvck me ! What do I sing now ? “Sing for mate,” Creon suggested. “But what ?” I asked back through the mindlink. “Ask for his forgiveness,” Micalo supplied. “Sing BTS’s ‘Spring Day’. Dedicate the song to him,” he added. “Hmm. Good idea ! But hey !! Since when did you get so smart in the music department ?” I asked my wolf.

And I was washed away in a wave of Cazz so deep and pure, it threatened to steal my soul. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Rise Above it All” by UNSECRET and Mike Mains.

The applause was rather thunderous, mostly because of Michael's good looks. He nodded politely at everyone before his gaze rested on Fiona. "It's nice to meet you all. From now on, let's work together as colleagues," he said gently. … It seemed to be a special day, for the bar wasn't blasting the loud music it was previously. While Eunice flitted from table to table at the bar, Fiona sat in silence. She whirled the glass she was holding with an impassive expression, the ice cubes clinking as she did.

The commentator did his job as enthusiastically as always, as he heaped praises on the Microsoft Empire team, particularly paying special attention to the World Destroyer. Slogans such as he came, he saw, he destroyed, were already being used by the spectator fans to describe him. No matter where he went from here, he already established himself as a gladiator legend of the Sea Angels Alliance. As excitement and satisfaction filled the air, the team tournament was officially called to a close with the sound of fireworks resounding around the stadium. The glittering array of stars created from the fireworks heralded a new generation of stars, a new generation of high-grade warriors.

"Appu and Shita lane..." Tigrani. Brugour. The Miss. "Groaaar!" Brugour's thunderous roar erupted from the Shita lane. Birds scattered in unison, startled by the terrifying sound of an adversary who had remained elusive till this very moment. A surge of tension gripped my muscles. I swallowed hard, clenching my palms in preparation for the impending conflict. "Enemy on the Shita lane is stunned! Now!" Rouma ordered. "Bonbon!" Borracho's voice commanded our one-eyed ally.

Emely stepped onto the small stage, holding a microphone with practiced elegance. “Thank you for attending this blessed evening,” Emely’s voice echoed. “Today is not only about my son Dewangga’s engagement to Vanes, but also about welcoming the heir of the Nasution family. The baby boy she carries will prove that our family will continue to thrive beyond any slander.” Polite applause followed, though cynical whispers about Serena lingered in the corners of the room. Just as Emely was about to invite Dewangga to place the ring on Vanes’s finger, his phone vibrated.