Beginning And Beyond Novels & Stories

I turned. What happened? He pointed upward. The End has awakened. I stared at the cracks. The Beginning said the universe would continue. Kael shook his head. That doesn't mean it will survive. Cassian stepped forward. Explain. Kael looked at all of us. The Beginning and the End are opposites. The Beginning creates possibilities. The End removes them. Then why was the End asleep? Because there was nothing for it to end. I looked at my daughter. Until she was created.

As real as the women beside her. The story was not over. The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 89

I love Roman, I love him with all my heart and it hurts, that he thinks I don't love him enough. I believe our bond is too strong and can withstand, just about anything. We are not too far from each other, I think we can make this work. I know that having me go home is hard, we are so used to being around each other. We are bestfriends as well as each other's love. Going away doesn't mean it's all over, it just means It's Begin again, a start over. I hope in his heart, after time.....He understands.

This was only the beginning. * * * - - - - - To Be Continued - - - - -

Coach Patrick asked solemnly while trying to read through Stanley's expression but Stanley's expression was well convey. " That's the best option, Amelia." Stanley mumbled under his breath before walking off leaving his coach to himself and at the same time ignored his coach question. "Hey… Stanley, wait for me!" '"Damn you, Stanley!" **** . Three months later. M&A company. Amelia stood in front of the company she has been running for years, which has become more successful worldwide and know as a commercial buiness.

I said causing both of them to just look at me, this time not with shocked faces but with a pitying one. "Don't give me those looks, it's already stressful enough for me" I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Why did I end up in such a crazy situation? "Well…that was…quite surprising and unexpected" Caleb said, he sighed and got back into the character again. "Please take slow breath and calm your mind now. Mr Holmes, we're going to begin our therapy right now, low sex drive therapy, day 366. Mr Holmes Can you describe to me exactly what happened until you got turned on?" Asked Caleb after pressing a button of his audio recorder pen, he held it closer to the man. I slowly shut my

She cast a glance at Ryke, who met her gaze knowingly. He extended the drink to her. Crystal hesitated but just for a moment, then reached for the glass. She raised it to her lips, hesitating once more, before finally taking a sip. The liquid burned as it slid down her throat, leaving a fiery trail in its wake. Crystal felt a rush of warmth spreading through her veins, mingling with a newfound sense of liberation. One sip turned into two, and two into three, as she surrendered herself to the allure of the unknown.

"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.

Or void beings who never quite give up on their grilled cheese metaphors. This wasn't an ending. It was a beginning. A beginning of infinite possibilities. A beginning of supernatural evolution. A beginning of becoming more – together. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.

The sun glared down as I stepped out of my car, the heat clinging to my skin like an unwanted embrace. My heels clicked sharply against the pavement, each step echoing the weight of my unresolved burdens, Which should I tackle first? The question gnawed at me, relentless, as I made my way into the office, my assistant Blessing trailing close behind. “Good morning, ma,” Blessing said the moment I crossed the threshold, her voice bright but tinged with caution, as if she sensed my mood.