How It All Started Novels & Stories

But gave him hope by reminding him that all great stories begin with a problem. “I can’t think of a single story, that I want to hear, which starts with I was sitting at home eating a salad and watching a documentary.” Alana told her son. “Hell, your dad and I started off rocky.” Chance decided that at some point, he would need to ask about his parents’ story. But right now, he needed to save his own. If he couldn’t save his own love story, the rest of his stories may all start off with a salad and a documentary.

We'd established that rule ahead of time, but of course, my stepmother had found a way to slip her people in. I took a steadying breath, stepped closer to the microphone, and addressed the room. "Good evening, everyone. Thank you for being here. My father started this fundraiser decades ago to commemorate his humble beginnings. My grandfather, a man I admired more than anyone, grew up in an orphanage with nothing but determination and the friendships he forged with the other boys there. Together, those young men built Thorne Group from the ground up. They proved that where you start doesn't determine where you finish.

Isabella returned her focus to her notes, hoping to hide the redness overtaking her cheeks, and the excitement creeping into her voice. "So, how did you get started in this?" "Well, it all began with sending some nudes to guys back in high school. Then I started doing some vanilla stuff online to make a little cash. That was back when I thought I was going to be a singer and was just...supplementing my income. It was alright, but things got real when guys began asking me to make custom videos. That's when I discovered the fun, nasty stuff! And my career."

She read what she'd written. She thought about beginnings. About where this one started: was it the garden in 2007, or the hedge in all the years after, or the paper crane on the doorstep, or the library slip in the book, or the corridor in October of year twelve, or the wrong number, or the moment in the kitchen in Birchwood when he'd asked why did he donate anonymously?' and she'd known then, somewhere, that the question was going to change the shape of things? She thought: it doesn't have a single start. It has many starts. Every time one of them turned toward the other without naming it, that was a start. The starts accumulated until there were enough of them to become a thing.

Before I knew it, I was back to myself. I had barely calmed down when he bombarded me with questions. “What happened to you? When did this begin,” I just stared in space in daze because I was just as shocked as him. “ I also don't know what is wrong,” “ Think deeply, when did this start?” He questioned with deep emotions laced in his tone. I tried hard to recollect then my head suddenly clicked, I gasped as realization dawned on me. “ I think it started after I woke up,”

There was no need to read too much into it. “Tell me more about your business,” she said, her eyes locking onto mine. “I want to hear how you managed to build something so massive. I mean, I’ve read articles, but I want to hear it from you.” I grinned, leaning back in my chair as I relaxed into the conversation. “Where do I even start? Well, after college, I began with a small fashion startup. It wasn’t anything big at first—just an idea and a handful of people who believed in it. We focused on some solutions for small businesses, and before I knew it, we had a product that everyone wanted.”

Valerian whispered before leaving the bathroom. It all started with a divorce, then chaos… and somehow, it led to everything I never knew I wanted. END

It started with nothing. That was the thing about fights that had been building for a long time, they never started with the thing they were actually about. They started with something small and ordinary that had the misfortune of being the last small ordinary thing before something larger and more pressurised finally found its way out. It started with a phone call.

Okay, I wouldn't have known. Odette gasped too when she saw his face. He was a master gamer with a channel that showcased his achievements. He also covered songs, and shows of any kind, he owned a game company at his age and was a freaking model. I was inspired to start my e-commerce company because of him. I started it out of the blue because he jokingly said he liked girls who achieved something for themselves and did not depend on their family wealth. I wanted to do something to prove that I was fit too and boom, I opened a company.

Hmmm! He took a deep breath. “My princess, it all started the day I had an encounter with a group of men who do dirty jobs. Yes! It all began like a joke to me, until the first job I was supposed to carry out went south. That was the very first episode of my, I mean our, tangled life story.” I was staring in surprise, not knowing that was just the thriller version. He continued: