And It Begins Novels & Stories

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

It lingers. Quiet. Waiting. Something is coming. I don’t know what. But I know one thing This… whatever this is It didn’t start here. And it’s not going to end here.

“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.

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

"I don't want to be pleased, Mr Anderson!" "Not yet. Because you're still angry with me for all the shit, I put you through over the past few weeks. And I'm well aware there's a lot we need to work through. I get that. But Eden, I told you, last night was the start of our new beginning. And once I set my sights on something, I won't rest till I get it." Eden gulped and licked her suddenly parched lips, at a loss for words. He raised his glass at her, his eyes dark and intense as he nodded slowly. "And I've set my sights on you."

And deep down, I know this isn’t over. The night is only just beginning.

"Why?" "So we remember." "Remember?" "How it started - that no matter what it started rocky, it may get rocky, but it's good... so good." "Messy. Chaotic. Perfect. Us."

And for the first time in a very long time— That felt like the beginning of something. Not the end.

Here is where we began anew. Just a bit longer. Just a bit more.