A Fresh Start Novels & Stories

"Nimue is a beautiful name, honey. It means 'great wave,' strong and powerful. Besides, you'll make new friends. This could be a good thing, a fresh start." “A fresh start? You're getting the words mixed up there, Mom. The keyword is: ‘forced start’. Everything I know, everyone I love is left behind because of a one-way ticket to who-knows-where, huh?” Mom wouldn't answer. She walked up ahead. With a sigh, I shouldered my backpack and followed her towards the mansion. She squeezed my shoulder. "You'll make new friends, Nimue. Besides, you're turning eighteen soon. A fresh start might be just what

"I hear you. But it's going to take a lot more than words to make things right between us, Vera." Vera nodded, a small smile on her face. "I know," she said. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to regain your trust. Can we start with a fresh start? A clean slate?" I looked at her, considering her words. And then, I nodded. "Okay," I said. "A fresh start. But don't think for a second that this means I've forgotten what you did, Vera. I wont." Vera nodded, a look of relief on her face. "I wouldn't expect you to," she said. "But thank you, Viv. Thank you for giving me another chance."

No way! What he said next made my eyes widen and threaten to burst out of its sockets. “Dear Ex-Wife, Let Us Restart.”

She says. “So, Gabriel, hmm, nice name. Who’s this guy?” I ask. “Well, it all started when we got to the party, and we were sitting at the table. Chelsea got up to get us some drinks, then Tanner left me to go to the bathroom. I was sitting at the table all alone, then this guy comes out of nowhere and approaches me like a gentleman.” “Sounds interesting.” I say. “Trust me it was, we had so much to talk about, he wants to have his own startup Tech company one day.” She says.

We hadn’t released one in months, but with the relaunch, I wanted the first note to come from me. I typed slowly, thoughtfully. To our supporters, Thank you for believing in second chances. Not just for us—but for yourselves, for the community, for the families who apply to us in hope. This season is one of quiet beginnings. Of rebuilding what was once broken. And from where I stand today, with my hands on my belly and my heart full of possibility, I want you to know: we’re just getting started. With hope, Isadora Barlowe Darren read it over my shoulder and pressed a kiss to my temple.

He rocked me gently, his hand stroking the back of my head. "Let me make it up to you," he whispered into my ear, his voice rough. When he pulled back, his blue eyes held a certainty that made my heart stutter. "Okay?" I wiped at my face, sniffling. "Okay, what?" His lips twitched, almost like he wanted to smile, but there was too much weight in the moment for that. "Let’s start fresh," he said. "No marriage. No past mistakes. Just two strangers getting to know each other. Having a normal relationship. Let’s start over, this time, the right way."

“Is there any chance we can let bygones be bygones and start over fresh?” He's got me painted into a corner and he wants to start over? XXX

As soon as he asked the question, Amanda had a vague ominous premonition in her heart, and his next question further confirmed it. "Mom, can you get Jenna to come and see me?" Matthew asked again. When she heard that it was because of Jenna, Amanda got a little angry and rejected him directly, saying, "No way, Matt. Your relationship is already a matter of the past. Isn't it better to let the past go? She has a new life, and you should start yours too." She spoke sincerely, hoping that Matthew could take her advice and let go of the past. Amanda believed he would move on from Jenna one day, given enough time.

” Ashley stared at the red liquid in her glass before lifting her head and asking softly, “The future? You mean the two of us? In this city?” Josh nodded. “Yeah. I want us to start fresh here. You, me, and… maybe later, more. I want a new life. Without lies. Without the burden of the past.” Ashley chuckled, not because it was funny. “Without the baggage of the past? If only it were that easy to pack a suitcase. I know you can't just leave it behind like that. Whatever your plan is, I'm not comfortable with you constantly bringing up this ‘fresh start’ thing. It sounds like a joke to me.”

“Who’s the other man?” “It doesn’t matter. But I’m moving. I need a fresh start. Rivercity is too much for me.” . . .