Great Beginnings Book Club Novels & Stories

Isn’t the security around the school should be tight? And if this is part of the book arc, bakit parang ang bilis naman yata? Kakasimula pa lang ng story oi! Kung pagbabasihan ang sinabi nila Janna. Fortune Lover started when Gina arrived in the Academy. Kung pagbabasihan, nasa first chapter pa lang kami! Mga walangya! Kakasimula palang pero gusto agad ng author na pahirapan ang mga bida! Arghhh author hardcore ka! You sadist!

The daughter looked at Chloe with the slightly uncomfortable expression of a teenager being used as an example and said: "The part about the Milan show. Where you went even though you had no business going. I read that part like ten times." In Sydney, a man in his forties who had come alone and who waited until the queue was nearly empty before approaching said that his wife had given him the book after he had been made redundant and had been unable to make himself apply for another position for eight months, and that he had read it and had applied the following week. "I know it's about different things," he said. "But it's about starting again. That's the same thing." She signed his book an

“I’ll start from the beginning then and please believe me I never wanted to hide this from any of you It’s just that I did not know what to say and most importantly I was just scared of being judged. You all are the most important people in my life disappointing you was never something I wanted to do. I wanted you to all be proud of me and I didn’t think by telling you the truth at that time you’d regard me as how you used to before that’s why I decided not to tell you the truth sooner.” I started from the very beginning while reminiscing in the memories. “When we left for school four years ago, we didn’t go directly to Italy we went clubbing in New York. It was just our own way of having fu

She looked stunned when they brought her into the room, something we're all used to when someone outside the family sees Pop's largess for the first time up-close and personal. "Wow, what is this?" She gravitated to the books that lined one wall, all classics, most of which were collector's editions. "Is this an original Herodotus?" She pulled her hand back from the volume making the twins laugh, and me smile. She acts like Pop and Uncle Garrett with books. They swear the rest of us are heathens because we don't all genuflect before the greats like they do.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

Geneveive Tessa Robert I blinked at the alarm clock and closed my eyes for the eleventh time. It was two a.m., and I was still unable to sleep. I opened my eyes and reached out for the novel chosen by the book club, an old read for me—Firestarter by Stephen King. I wondered why we had to read something like this in a book club where the majority of the members were hopeless romantics. I stared at the folded page and slowly opened it. I was still stuck in chapter eight since I started the book at the beginning of the month. Even though it was an old read, I was still finding it difficult to read it because I was distracted and worried.

Not a word… just that. And it undid me.We left together, all four of us.No shouting, no slammed doors, no courtrooms or threats.Just a strange, broken quiet.But sometimes, broken things can still hold.Sometimes, they hold even more.And this? This was the beginning of something else.A signal in the dark and we were all listening now.As we stepped into the cold, no one said a word but Aaron didn’t let go of the book. I didn’t ask for it back maybe this was how it began, without grand gestures or perfect lines.

He took Elara’s tiny, sticky hand, guided a pencil into her fist, and helped her make a single, wobbly, triumphant mark on the paper. It was a smudge. A scribble. A beginning. “There,” he said softly. “Chapter One.” The Keeper’s Almanac, Volume One, was complete. Its story was one of defense, of repair, of quiet joy. Volume Two had just begun with a baby’ first mark. Its story was yet to be told, but it would be written in rolling over, in first steps, in the wide-eyed wonder of a child growing up in a world that had been fiercely, lovingly kept for her.

Jacob cunningly started the conversation with Eden asking her to examine him as he is not feeling well. "Hello, Ms Eden," Jacob greeted entering her cabin. Eden was sitting on her chair studying a patients surgery report. She was shocked to see Jacob. She stood up from her chair and bowed him... "Hello, Mr Jacob please have a seat... how can I help you?" she courteously asked. "I am not feeling well today," Jacob said pressing his forehead. "Do you have a headache?" she asked. "Actually I am feeling very low these days, I am always very worried about my kids my princes." Jacob sadly said.

Several Weeks Later Jasper slowly eased his body onto its side. Mimicking sleep, he intently listened to the conversation between a young woman named, Cora, and the old nurse he’d heard called both Bess and Smithfield. He’d assumed that her true name was Elizabeth Smithfield with Bess being the nick name for Elizabeth, but names were funny things. He’d noticed the increasing pattern of nick names or abbreviated names being given to children at birth by parents wanting to be different. Therefore, he could have been incorrect on that assumption.