How It All Started Novelas e Histórias

“Well, it obviously wasn’t a literal starting point. Because if this all started with Rufus, we’d have to go back to—what? The war? The prophecy? Cristopher’s betrayal?” “I’d like to go back to the womb and opt out entirely,” Trixie mumbles. “I second that,” Elias says. I ignore them and keep walking. “What if she meant emotionally? When did things truly begin to unravel?” “When Theo met Eva,” Parker says quietly. Everyone turns. He shrugs. “That’s when everything started. The prophecy, the bond, the visions, the fake mirror. That was the trigger.” Eva sighs. “Except this didn’t start when I met Theo. It started before. I just didn’t know it yet.”

"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…

He began his story simply. “It all started when Edgar got mugged and carjacked in February. He was rescued by a tiny angel who had a beautiful demon for a sister…”

She was shocked by my asking because I had never raised such questions. “Yes. Your father had organized some kind of opening to introduce his company, Wave. He attracted several investors including my father, your grandfather. That’s when I told him Wave would be successful.” “I understand. So that’s basically where it all started,” I drew the most obvious conclusion. “If you mean our relationship as a couple, yes, that’s where it started. According to your late father, I was the first one to tell him that and, as he liked to say, I blew him away!”

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.