Great Beginnings Book Club Novels & Stories

He may be harsh in the beginning, but the way he treats Caroline makes me want to be her. The boys had brought breakfast for us from Chick Fil A, which was delicious. But, that was about nine episodes ago. I feel like a ravenous wolf is inside my stomach making all kinds of growling noises. “Okay everyone I say we pause this marathon and head to the food court so that we get get whatever kind of food we want.”

I am so into the story that I don't notice someone come my way, until a chair is pulled back. Glancing and seeing Beverley take a seat, my mood instantly changes. What could she want now? " I'm not the easiest person to understand or get along along with - I mean, I don't know how to do this, I never learnt how to do it." She speaks, stumbling over her words. " What, being civil with someone?" I quirk my brow, my eyes on the book. " No, admitting that I was wrong and that I was being difficult." I sigh, placing my book down.

beyond every Door. a child who had never heard of Adrian opened an ordinary notebook for the very first time. He smiled... picked up a pencil... and wrote six simple words. "Once, the impossible became someone's beginning."

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

Ernest said. "We are—" Don started. He paused. He said it the way he said important things — after the pause, with the full weight. "We are in the second beginning." Ernest held the phrase. "Yes," he said. "That's the right description." "The first beginning was Edinburgh," Don said. "The conference room. The conversation across the room. The beginning of something that was real and that we did not know how to fully inhabit." He looked at the fire. "The second beginning is now. It is the beginning of something that is also real and that we do know how to inhabit. Because we have learned. Through all of it. We have learned what it requires and we are capable of providing what it requires."

Bishop left. The office went quiet. I opened Rainee's social media. Her latest post was from eleven last night. [Night shifts are brutal. But perseverance wins.] One comment read: [Stay strong! We support you!] Likes: 47,000. I kept scrolling and found a collapsed comment. I tapped it. [Did you know she dumped nine night shifts on other people this month?] Three likes. Nobody saw it. Or nobody wanted to. I put my phone down and walked to the window.

She wanted to say she loved him again, the way he would allow. Kelvin woke early the next morning, and lay sprawled in the dim light of dawn, unable to fall back asleep because of the stress of the echoes of the question Layla had posed last night. For a few moments like a nightmare, he felt his whole life fall apart, until Layla smiled silently and said softly, “No, you never tried to force me to marry you. . It was just a question.”

It's like a tree that keeps growing and for the first time, its roots start to grow from the tiny seed it was. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

The same town that once broke her… was now starting to heal. She opened her notebook. On a blank page, she wrote: Chapter One: Rebuild. Because this wasn’t the end. This was the beginning.

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”