Novel & Cerita Beginning Of A Novel

I came to and tried to open my eyes only to see nothing but darkness. The bastard had put a blindfold on me. I tried to sit up but was stopped short. My neck was chained down as were my arms and legs. Ok, this couldn’t get any worse. I heard the door open. With it, a cool breeze caressed my bare skin. Ok, it got worse I was naked. Don’t panic, don’t panic. Michael will find you. I was beyond exhausted and weak I couldn’t muster any of my power let alone fight hand to hand. Shit why now, why was this happening to me where was Michael he should have found me now. Unless the place was warded. But who could be strong enough to ward this place?

“I don’t think I’m going to last a long time so If the first time is over quickly. I swear I’ll make it up to you.” He drops to his knees, making us eye level. “We have all night,” I told him. I guess all early morning technically. It is now after twelve in the morning. I have a flight out in a few hours. So, this night better be memorable. He pulls my underwear, and I was left naked. I made sure my legs are closed, feeling a little shy for the first time in my life. This was the first time someone was seeing me naked.

This is where our story ends…and my story begins. ____________ Even before I started this novel, I had this chapter planned out in my head. In a way, this chapter inspired the entire novel. And I couldn't be happier with how well this turned out. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Buckle up; the truth is about to be revealed. Give your hearts, Daisy Chaseley

"So, both of them are fictions?" "Yes! Both of them are novels. Very well researched novels about science, though! The second one, To Shoot A Dying Star With Both Hands is about two people living before the beginning of civilization. One is a young boy who can't remember anything about his birth - before the earth was created - except for some trees. The other is an older woman, an ecologist, who offers to help the boy figure out where those trees grew, how the universe began. It is a crazy idea for a story since ecologists didn't exist in ancient times I think." "I understand! Are they novels about your profession?" I asked.

Isn't the security around the school supposed to be tight? And if this is part of the book arc, why does it seem to be so fast? The story has just begun! Based on what they said Janna. Fortune Lover started when Gina arrived in the Academy. Based on that, we're only in the first chapter! Fools! It's just started but the author immediately wants to torture the heroes! Arghhh, you're a hardcore author! You sadist! I immediately calmed down my heart. Relax Nina, your heart might have a heart attack.

Breach either, be it friend, family, or business, and that person was out of her universe forever. After getting comfortable on her couch, Anna turned to the first page and started reading. Unlike the first time she began the manuscript, she was relieved to find that both her mind and body remained in her present home. She relaxed a bit more and scanned through the first several paragraphs, her usual first read-through method before she decided to either dump the rest of the book, or actually take her time to read every word. It didn’t take her more than a quick look for her to decide to commit to a thorough reading, even though it appeared she had heard, or rather dreamt, or maybe lived, th

Author's Note: Dear Readers, I am delighted to share my first novel in GoodNovel. I have been an active writer on other platforms and thrilled to start a new journey on this platform. My very first novel consists of mature content, those who had read my previous work would know how twists and turns appear in my books at the climax. The same is expected to appear in this novel. A strict Warning: The content of the story is mature and is meant for an adult audience. You can skip the chapters with the mature content warning given at the starting of that particular chapter.

The realization struck him like another truck. His hands shook as he grabbed the journal. Inside, elegant handwriting filled the pages. The date at the top read: Spring, Year 312. Adrian stared. Then stared again. The main story began in Year 327. Which meant— "I'm fifteen years before the plot starts." His heartbeat thundered. Everything was still ahead. None of it had happened yet. He remembered the ending. The villain, the man whose fate had angered him enough to die. Cassian Nyx.

They walked. The Atlantic walked with them, as it always did — vast and patient and indifferent and there, the background note of everything, the constant that made the variables make sense. "The second novel," Elian said. "Yes?" Dante said. "I'm going to start it next week," Elian said. "I know what the first sentence is." "What is it?" Dante asked. Elian looked at the ocean. He said the sentence — the first sentence of the novel about staying, the one about permanence, the one about what it means to choose the same thing every day and what that accumulates into.

We didn’t know what would happen if I was ever found out, and she wasn't taking any chances. Then, six years ago, I lost her. Like, literally lost her. Vanished. It started like any other day. She woke me up, made me my favorite breakfast, and dropped me off at school with a kiss on the forehead. The next thing I knew, chaos was everywhere. The emergency broadcast system, usually reserved for hurricanes, blared through every TV and radio, revealing the existence of the supernatural world.