How It All Started Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

A question from Ronald and I was starting to wonder how audacity came about in the first place. Had it been as annoying as this? ****

Her forever. It had begun.

"How do I start?..well it all started on that chilly evening in the office. All of us were working our asses out to convince the investors we have been chasing for years and to sign the big contract..." He paused to gauge her reaction and she smiled urging him to continue. "And so we got the big contract signed!

Caitlyn's POV, If I started this story telling you that I've always been a Fang. That it was some family heritage that my dad passed down to me when I turned sixteen and that it had always been an adventure, that would be a bloody lie. My parents didn't even know who the Fangs were till the day I told them I was one.I didn't join the Fangs because I was looking for an adventure of a life time. Neither did I join them because I needed to protect myself or my family. Those things came with the job naturally. I'm what the other Fangs call an Accident. Why? Cos I 'accidentally' stumbled on one of their own killing someone. I was twelve at the time. Trust me, it was traumatic and I still have nig

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"

But when he reached the signature page, his hand stopped. “Do you know why I chose to disappear from the office?” he asked softly, still staring at the files. Bella fell silent. “Because all this time... I just followed what the world asked. Dad, Mom, the board of directors, the media. Then, finally, I was told to get married, told to have children. Even love didn’t get a chance to be chosen,” he continued while putting the pen beside the paper. “And now I’m trying to do things my way. Just this once.”

It had just started. ---

And that… That was the moment everything truly began to change. ---