Begin Again Book Reviews Novels & Stories

I sit once again in silence, I begin to hear a hum in the distance. I look up and stare straight ahead as a faint light no bigger than pin prick, which quickly began to multiply in every direction. Until the once dark prison was full of bright light that quickly surrounded me. It was all the power I had released being reabsorbed into my body. My flesh glowing and warmth invaded my soul. I could now feel the missing pieces of soul reuniting feeling whole again. Before I could relish in feeling one again, I felt an odd sensation in my center like a hot poker burning me from the inside out. I scream and claw at my middle; the pain only intensifies. The burning spreads to every limb until I’m co

"But there's a lot of growth within the company and other departments. You could explore other areas that might be of interest to you." "I don't know." Eden shook her head, suddenly feeling unsure about her future at the company. This wasn't her farewell party or the end of an era for her. But why did she suddenly feel like she had arrived at a crossroads, and she was about to turn a page in her own book and embark on a new chapter? "While you decide, hang on to this," Gibby said as she looked through her bag and fished out a black leather-bound journal with 'Y.G.'—her initials—engraved on the front.

“Insulting me is not a good way to begin.” Joseph’s eyes went wide with concern as he quickly said, “It was not his intention, I assure you. It’s just that he thought that since Ingrid and I are, well… you know, that you might be more accepting of me. After all, we are not unaware of your opinion of us.”

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

Hence, I am happy and excited to hear your thoughts in the comments section about this book (likes, dislikes, hate, neutrality) as we close this chapter of our lives forever. And enter the zealous and overrated era of the real world. This book is part of a series, the first under the title, "Rebirth: Insatiable CEO Hubby/Redemption's Sweet Temptation/Rebirth: My CEO Hubby Is Insatiable" and the next book is still to come. Maybe 2025. I have school to blame and possibly a mild case of hyper-procrastination. This book has been a part of my thoughts, been in the shower with me, on my way to school, on my bed when I should be sleeping or reading.

The particular book appears in front of him as HE gladly reads the title out loud. “Death Resurgence.” As the book opens and the series of the current events begin to flash and flood. HE giggles in HIS utmost amusement, as HE presented. “Well, well, well. Shall we learn the ropes of what lies within the Resurgence?” From the book that deliberately flips and presented the gist of the world that it brings, the words are written and said.

It had that faint smell of old books and a little dust mixed with it, and just right now, the smell of my future. I smiled to myself and found a book for beginners because I needed to remind myself of something I had forgotten for years. Chemistry for Beginners. I took it from the shelf, sat down, opened it, and went into it. I read slowly at first, trying to remember things I had completely forgotten. Some of it looked familiar, while some of it felt like I was seeing it for the first time. But I didn't care; I was going to learn it and pass. I smiled at that thought and continued reading until Angela came to find me.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Just let me go please." "Don't beg Muffins. I loved it more when you acted all tough, It just excites me the more. It'll make taking you much more fun. Just one fucking week.!" I warned. "You should start learning to love me before then. In case there's another man in your life, you better delete him from your mind and memory, trust me, it won't end well for him!. "

Outside, the wind moved through the trees like an old friend returning. No longer a storm just soft and free. -------------------------------- Because some love stories aren’t made of grand beginnings… They’re made of the courage to begin again. And again. And always. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author’s Note: By Ernest Brooks Dear beloved reader, When I first began writing The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife, I thought I was telling a story about loss of memory, of identity, of trust. But as the chapters unfolded, I realized it wasn’t just about what had been forgotten… it was about what could be remembered, rebuilt,

I am glad to work at this place. My days were spent amidst rows of books, helping visitors find their literary treasures. The feeling of a book in my hands, its pages filled with knowledge and stories, was a comforting reminder of the life I had chosen. The library had become like a second home to me. I would sit alone and in its quiet corners, I could finally breathe. But as the days passed, I couldn't ignore the subtle changes within me. I decided to give myself some days before coming to a conclusion about what needs to be done regarding my pregnancy.