Begin Again Novels & Stories

The orgasm hit fast and hard. Electricity ripping through my whole nervous system. And my stepdad's name flying out of my mouth before I could stop it. Till it hung heavy in the air of my bedroom. Then I stared at the ceiling. Clueless and ashamed of myself. Tomorrow was going to be a problem... It would be MONDAY. Legally the first day of Free Use week!

My whole body felt weak and limp. After a long while, I whispered hoarsely, “Ron… what do I do now? I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to start. I don’t know how to live anymore…” “Ethan…” he began. “Use this place as a sign of a new beginning. Start here. Rebuild your life here. Learn. Grow. Work. Move forward. Forget the past—forget your father’s family. Focus on building something for yourself. That is the only way to truly move on.”

My daughter Xalia's final wish before she died was to visit Dreamhaven. For more than six months, I saved every penny I could from the 28-dollar monthly allowance my CEO wife gave me. I finally scraped together enough to buy two discounted tickets, only for the live-in male caregiver at home to suddenly start feeling sorry for himself. [Kids from rich families really are different. They can just decide to visit an amusement park that expensive. Unlike me, I had to start working for other people the moment I turned eighteen.] My older sister, Janet Edwards, and my wife, Fiona Watson, immediately took pity on Tyler Mitchell. They confiscated my tickets on the spot, then punished Xalia and

Isabella picked it up. Something tightened in her throat. Three days ago, she had lived in a house with a sweeping staircase and rooms she barely used. Now a small key in her sister’s apartment made her feel safer than any of it had. Alexander called halfway through lunch. Amara glanced at the screen. “You don’t have to answer.” “I know.” Isabella accepted the call. “What is it?” “I want to discuss an arrangement.” His voice was measured. Almost pleasant. She put down her fork. “What arrangement?”

I had to do something for them. I needed to take away their pain and right the wrongs done to them. Removing my cloak, I exposed my wings. Snapping my fingers, I removed the manacles from their wrist. "Come here, dear ones." Dropping to my knees, I gathered the smallest child in my arms first. Wiping away her tears, I kissed her softly on her forehead. A bright light had shone and engulfed her. Erasing all the bad that ever happened to her, healing and returning her body to the state before that wretched man stole her five years ago. I sent her back into the loving arms of her mother and father.

Wandering through quiet streets, I stumbled upon a quaint cafe. "First time here?" the barista asked, a warm smile on her face. I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude for the simplicity of the question. "Yes, a fresh start." The barista poured me a cup of coffee, and as I took the first sip, I knew that the departure marked not just an end but a beginning. Conversations with strangers and the distant hum of a new town signaled the start of my journey—one filled with conversations, challenges, and the promise of rediscovery.

Tanner whispered. “Newbie huh. This is going to be a piece of cake!” Chase yells from the other side of the table. “Oh, it’s on!” Jack says. I have to start first; the first ball I throw I miss. Shit is it just the nerves? What is it? I need to focus. Everyone starts laughing. “This is the way you play newbie! Haha, loser.” Chase says laughing. He scored on his first shot. It’s my turn again, I try to stay focused and aim correctly, I end up scoring. My eyes open wide, I have to drink what's in the mini cup because I scored. I drink it quickly, eww, so bitter.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."

>Initiate Defense Protocol: Lullaby. The game was indeed not over. It was just beginning. And I was finally ready to play.

Jake backed off but did not quit. He loitered outside the school daily, begging for forgiveness every time he saw me. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please, give me another chance," he repented. I ignored him, sick of his face and words. Unable to move me, he went online and started a livestream.