Books For Starting Over Novels & Stories

Ciara tried to defend herself, "Don't believe her, Joel. She's making things up to slander me." "I'm slandering you?" I retorted incredulously, taking out the complaint letter from my bag. I then stated, "This is the complaint letter you wrote back then. My dad feared that I wouldn't believe him, so he gave it to me. I was afraid Joel would accidentally come across it, so I kept it with me at all times. As for the supposed fraudulent clinic abroad, that's easy to investigate with a single call." As Joel read the contents of that letter, his eyes instantly became bloodshot. He found it hard to believe that the truth was so ugly and unsettling.

The kind you enter without knowing if you’ll ever come back out. The name sounded like something taken from one of those dark novels I used to read in secret before life stole even my ability to dream. I tightened my fingers around the strap of my bag. I couldn’t mess this up. This was my chance to start over, even if it wasn’t comfortable at first. To erase what came before I nearly lost myself. A new city. A new name. A new job. And all I had to do was… take care of a child. A simple nanny. Nothing more. So why did it still feel so hard? Is starting over always this difficult?

"More important, in some ways, than the first book." "I think so," I said. "The first book was for people who already had the resources but needed the framework. This one is for people who have neither the resources nor the framework and need both." "Different audience," he said. "Wider audience," I said. "And the one that actually needs it most." I told Killian that evening, and his response was characteristic. "Good," he said. "The first book helped people who had advantages. This one helps people who don't. That's the right direction."

he ordered. Like a magnet attracting metals, all the students did in one accord. “It is best if everyone stays close to me lest they get missing,” he said as he started walking slowly. The new intakes into Golden Lake University began following him the way sheeps will a shepherd. No one wanted to get missing. No one wanted to go home the next day. They were going to do as they were told. “Our first stop will be the fields which will begin operation this year,” he began. “For years now, the land has been left fallow for grass to grow and this year, I can assure you all, that something massive has been planned.”

“I used to envy people who didn’t.” He glanced at her, intrigued. “My past isn’t something I always want to carry around,” she said. “Sometimes, starting over is the kindest thing you can give yourself.” He looked at her for a long, silent moment. “I think that’s what your writing did,” he said. “It started over, sentence by sentence. And somewhere along the way, it gave people permission to do the same.” The words touched something deep in her chest. Not flattery. Something gentler.

It's fine I'm used to enduring humiliation at the hands of my pack. He must have noticed the way my lips tightened, because his tone softened. “This isn’t about you. It’s about building from the ground up. You’ll get it faster than you think if we start from here.” I lowered my gaze from him, pressing my palms against my knees. “Alright, if you say so.” “Here.” He slid one of the thinner books across the table. “Start with this one.”

“In my months of reflecting my thoughts after college, after all these degrees, I realized I wanted to make a change. I wanted to help people. So I started the Women, Children, and Youths Rehabilitation. We take in people--women especially. We help them rehabilitate. We give them the medical attention they need for free. We rescue abused women from all around the country. Some of them have husbands who scream bloody murder in our desks to take their wives back. But a woman’s no, is a no. Thankfully we have a great security team, and an even better set of lawyers. Eventually, it all added up why I made this my life’s vocation. "It was because of my mother. I haven't actually met her or knew h

Each time, he appeared with a different gift, and every single one was something I had once loved but never felt I could afford. Finally, when he blocked my car, I lost it. "What exactly do you want, Luca?!" "I want to make it up to you!" His eyes were bloodshot and desperate. "Let's start over. I'll give you anything. Houses, yachts, private islands. I'll transfer half the Colleone empire to you. Just give me one more chance!" I laughed softly, bitter and hollow. "Every gift you give me now just reminds me how ridiculous and miserable the past ten years were. You had everything, but you chose to watch me burn myself out for your fake debt."

Billy was clearly in too much of a hurry. He blurted out, "It's a coincidence! Pure coincidence! Here—I'm not gonna take advantage of you for nothing. Take this book and study it. It'll give you a solid foundation in soul-related knowledge." With that, Billy tossed a worn, coverless book onto the table and bolted like a madman, as if the Phaeron Codex might vanish if he did not get there in time. Felix still had his doubts, but his curiosity shifted toward the book. He sat down, opened it, and began reading.

The first thing Jenna did when she got home was to get rid of all the maids. She held her breath as she ignored the pain in her calf and cleared all their matching items at home. She had bought them over the past few years. When she saw them, she remembered how Matthew had pestered her to use matching items when they were still passionately in love—keychains, mugs, toothbrushes, and even jackets... Although they were of little value, he was elated. As far as she was concerned, what had once brought unlimited sweetness was now just a bunch of junk.