And It Begins Novels & Stories

The End. Or the beginning, depending on where you are standing.

Connection. without loss. And the beginning of something that didn’t need to be built. Because it was already becoming. on its own.

It had only just started and was already getting old. ***

And for the first time since everything began… I meant it.

In the below-language that has no word for what it means but means it completely. *Yes,* I say. *This.* *This is what it was for.* *All of it.* *From the beginning.* *This.*

This is indeed a new beginning but I have no idea whether it is going to be a good beginning or a sad one filled with nothing but sorrow. ****

The new adventure had just started.

At the beginning. “Because the beginning does not produce threats,” he said. “It produces recognition.” He held my gaze with his father’s eyes. “Whatever is waiting for you in that building recognised the beginning the same way I recognised what I was before I had words for it.” He paused. “It is not waiting to stop you.” He paused one final time. “It is waiting to begin.”

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.