Begin Again Novels & Stories

Possessive. “Let’s begin again,” he says. The screen cuts. Black. Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving. “Run that back,” I say. “No,” my assistant hesitates. “You’ve seen enough—” “I said run it back.” My voice drops. Deadly. Final. He doesn’t argue again. The footage replays. Slower this time. Frame by frame. I watch everything. Every movement. Every reaction. Every second. Because this— This is where it started.

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.

she said gently, tugging me back toward the car. I pulled away. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’ve just been lying to myself.” My eyes drifted to the tall golden gates ahead—the place I used to call home. Memories hit me hard. Aiden and I are laughing on the porch. His arms wrapped around me, his eyes lighting up whenever I walked in the room. It all felt like yesterday. “How do I start again, Bella?” I whispered, tears falling down my face. She didn’t answer at first. Then she said, “We don’t know yet. But maybe when he’s back in the country… We can try. Maybe he’ll remember.”

And then, because life does not actually stop, just shifts and deepens and asks you to keep going — A new beginning. THE END

Do what you want and move in your actions to fall and lift from the punishments. And when you do, get up and leave. Start anew. I am telling you you should. Don't be afraid, You can always begin again.

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

But she wanted me not him. Hell, how is Alice? I haven’t seen her since I came back. Did she find her mate? Does she have pups now? My heart sinks and I start to feel the tingling sensation in my arms as I used to feel when I was about to lose control. Thinking about the past had this effect on me. I stopped the car and started taking deep breaths. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Five in, hold two, four out. Breathe Leon, breathe. After a while, my breathing got better and I opened the window to let the cool morning air in.

Not like a flight or anything by the way, it was just time for us to return to the pack and start our life afresh as the Pack's leaders. Kiara turned and I could see the mark on her neck, my mark. There for all to see and know that she was mine. I tapped her lightly to wake her up and she groaned in protest. Note to self: She's not a morning person. I shook her over and over again until she finally answered. “What!?” She asked groggily. “It's time to get up, sleepyhead.” I replied her. “Why?” “Because we have one hour to get ready and back to the pack in time for your inauguration.”

Waiting for the work to finish. Ready for the life to start.

I mumbled smiling. “Why?” He asked, frowning. “The beginning.” I replied, remembering the meaning of the baby. “I don’t think we should care what religion the name belongs to. Our morals teaching and the things are the ones which matter right?” I asked glancing back to look at him. “You are spot on, professor.” he replied, pressing his lips to mine. “I know right!” I said, and he chuckled. “I love you!” he said, closing his eyes. I closed my eyes back and mumbled “And I, you.” This is our forever new beginning…