How It All Started Novels & Stories

"YOU ARE ONE WEEK PREGNANT." When I confirmed that my suspicions were correct, the doctor's words rang in my ears. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stood in front of my boyfriend's house, unsure whether I should continue or retreat. I was terrified... There are so many possibilities that my mind is jumbled, and I feel as if I'm going insane. What if my boyfriend deny about our future baby? What will be my parents reaction? It's been a week since we attended a debut party. I am not aware of what happened… All I can remember is the loud music accompanied by loud shouts from different peoples. Then I got drunk and so on…

I said finally. "Most people don't. You can start anywhere. The beginning, the middle, the part that hurts the most. There's no wrong answer." I thought about it. About all the places I could begin. The night I got pregnant. The night I left New York. The night Aiden showed up in Miami. The night Vanessa left the casserole on our porch. The night Charles Whitmore broke into our house. Every beginning led to another beginning, and every ending was just another start.

It was only getting started. And so were we.

Maybe he had never been treated like that before, but slowly, the calls stopped. The messages also went silent. At last, I could start adjusting to a new life. At first, it felt strange being in an unfamiliar place and a brand-new job all by myself. However, little by little, I realized I could actually find joy in it. Life began to feel meaningful and purposeful again. The part of me that had been suppressed for years was finally breaking free. Sometimes, though, my thoughts would drift back to the past, to those unforgettable moments that had carved themselves into my heart.

"I've always wanted to know how it felt to have a side job. You see my daddy won't allow me to have any jobs. He says I'm too young for it. But I think I'm a big girl, I'm turning 16 this year and I'm in high school. When I turn 16, I'll ask my daddy to give me space so I can do whatever I want. My brother moved to Australia for college because the house is suffocating, my daddy is too overprotective and my mommy isn't helping matters either. Did you know she...." IVORY'S POV I can't do it. This girl just won't shut up. She'd been talking for almost 15 minutes now. I wanted to ditch her but the money in her was screaming at me to stay. Thankfully, we were almost at the Cafe I worked. I know

The night had only begun when the sound of wolves howling aroused under the light of the full moon, the loud howling rose from deep within the forest near the edge of town where the leader lived, the thick trees concealed the other part of human reality of another kind existing with them. Every one of their kind shifted and ran along with their leader to the top of the sacred hill, the hill where the first of their kind was given birth to through a human couple.

in the specific way that some things begin not with a declaration but with a phone call on a Tuesday and a decision to let someone get to the real reason — Something has started. I don't know what it is yet. But it is there. Uninvited. The way the things that matter always are.

"Does it have pockets?" "Yes," I said. "It will have pockets." She nodded, satisfied, and left again. I kept working. That was how it always started. Not with a plan. With a conversation. With a question. And the willingness to follow where it went.

Her forever. It had begun.

Sadness engulfed his demeanor. "I may share the name of the first Vittorio Di Lauro, but I'm far from being him. I raised my daughter as a fighter. So despite my heart being broken, I let her explore the world outside of the kingdom I built for her" he heaves a sigh before forcing a smile. "Then, Skye Monticello was born. An ordinary university girl who took part-time jobs during her university years. But would race million-dollar worth of sports cars during school breaks at home"