First Chapter Ideas Novels & Stories

When I came back yo my senses I apologized and drag oli with me towards the bus stop. Hey guys! First book first chapter, so what you think about this chapter let me know please? Bye bye take care. Thank you…

Attention guys! I'm going to dedicate this one chapter to Andrew since he finally came into play. I've been curious about what goes on inside that head of his, and I thought, well- maybe you are too. I'd write it in the first-person point of view. Also, note that this chapter may be shorter than the others. Thank you for reading! <3 **

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ...𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑛~~𝑖𝑣𝑦𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 Sophia

Maybe she’ll fight everyone when she’s upset. I looked at Isabelle again as she laughed softly. “Sorry... Hehe... I’ll tell you a story. I just don’t know where to start.” “Gosh! You beat me then in the Isabelle Arcadia rankings, then you don’t use your brain now? Of course, when you tell a story, you start with the first, not the climax, not the ending, not the epilogue, not the prequel. If not at the beginning. At the very beginning, in chapter one, you start.”

He told me. Not the summary version but the actual version — the chapter that had unlocked when he'd written *some things you'd choose regardless because not choosing is its own kind of cost*. The way that had pulled the other chapters into alignment behind it. The introduction that had taken three rewrites and had finally worked on the third when he'd stopped trying to explain what the book was and had just started with the first true sentence he knew. "What was it?" I said. "The first true sentence." He looked at me.

Genuinely. This is my first book. My first story. My first time putting something out there that came from my head and my heart, and honestly? That's terrifying. It's like showing someone your diary, except you've decorated it with dragons and heartbreak and inside jokes that only make sense to you. There are going to be typos. There are going to be plot holes big enough to drive a truck through. There might be sentences that make zero sense on the first read, and characters who change personalities mid-chapter because I hadn't figured them out yet. And you know what? That's okay. Every writer starts somewhere. Every story begins as a messy, chaotic first draft that only its creator truly lo

That's how the opening of the story which is said to be very popular, Aiden who reads it seriously can't believe that the author of the story provokes the reader by bringing up erotic scenes at the beginning of the story. "I thought the story would be like this, hahaha... it's not only the cover, but my name is also used." Aiden thought. He felt silly for reading a story that used his own identity. Aiden hesitated to read the chapter, but he was curious about the adult scenes that made him the object of the wild fantasy of women out there. There are 95 chapters, and the latest chapter was published a few hours ago. Aiden is curious about the figure behind this story, is it a man? Or a woman?

Hi. I had a crappy day. Everything went wrong. I locked myself out of the house, thankfully my sister lives nearby. I forgot everything today and was so clumsy. So instead of writing for the stories that I am actually under contract for, I decided to do something else. I have this idea for a new story and there's no pressure to be good, since it's just for fun at this point. So I decided to write the first chapter of a new story, hoping it would get me out of the bad mood I was in.

Nick is bae 😍 Anyways, yes, it's going to be about El and Cobie's story, I hope you'd support ussss! Wahhh I'm so excited 😍 Just saying, the first chapter is the recycled first chapter of "The Girl Who Lost Her Car" -I deleted the book since I'm like, "Nahhh, I'm not feeling it. I gotta pay my readers with El's hotness 😎" Anyways, I'M SO THANKFUL. THANK YOU, GUYS. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE YOU -If you're a girl, no homo. If you're a guy, I still love you like a brutha 😍

I started to finally drift off to sleep my thoughts going mute. That’s when I felt it too late. It was like one thousand tons laying on my chest, pushing me through my bed and into another veil. I tried to push back but wasn’t strong enough. This power was strong! I mentally called out to Michael. I touched the crest on my chest it lite up, I knew Michael would not only feel the burn of it but would know that I was in trouble.