How It All Started Novels & Stories

Tonight we made it real with a game we called **The Shared Fantasy**. The rules were simple but powerful: - Each person starts by touching themselves. - You confess a fantasy in detail while you touch. - The others echo your fantasy by touching themselves or you. - The game escalates until fantasies become reality. My heart was racing as I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. I was completely naked. I sat on the edge of the large bed, spread my legs, and slowly ran two fingers along my already wet pussy. “I’ll start,” I whispered, my voice soft. “My fantasy is being watched while I touch myself… and then being shared by both of you.”

Velda sent a message: [It's mine now. I ran out of Moonveil territory like I'd lost it. By the time I reached the cave, wolves were already ripping it apart. "Stop! What are you doing?!" I rushed them. Too late. The carved marks on the stone wall—our heights as pups, the tallies from our first hunts— Gone. Every piece of my past with Eric smashed to dust. This was the last clean place in my heart. Now it was ruined. Something in me snapped.

One night, after too many drinks, she confessed her deepest wish in life: “To make a shit load of money so my mom can have a better life!” she’d slurred, slamming her drink down on the table. That was the night I came up with the idea for Stella and I to start our own business. She and I were already really good friends by then and I knew we’d be a great team. I funded the start of the company and Stella busted her ass. I couldn’t have done it without her, nor could she have without me.

But no one dared to know why they are fucked up and who were responsible to fuck them up. Obviously they weren't born as mafia bosses or killers, either they chose this for themselves or someone has pushed them into it. She kept looking at Emiliano patiently waiting for his answer. "I don't know from where to start but it all started with our birth." Emiliano said the brothers tool sharp intake of breath unknowingly telling her that is was not easy for them.

Complete. “What is it?” He asks eventually. I glance at him then past him, through the tall windows lining the corridor, where the moon hangs low over the mountains, casting silver light across the kingdom below. “That’s it,” I say quietly. He follows my gaze. “The moon?” He asks. “The beginning.” Frynn frowns slightly, then his expression shifts as l understanding dawns. “The stadium,” he says. I nod. The place where it all started. Where blood was spilled. Where bonds were tested. Where we first stood as Alphas before the eleven packs. Where everything broke… nd everything began.

Lake It started with spilled coffee. Well, technically, it started with Lake teasing her about almost kissing him again during last night’s truth-or-dare fiasco. The group had been tipsy on cheap wine and mischief, and someone thought it would be hilarious to dare Ivy to kiss him. Again.

Billina finished the meeting with the Parkers and went for an interview with Forbes. She was wearing a black tux, looking ravishing rich. After being greeted by the host, she got herself seated. "So, Ms Billina Bernand. Why did you start your business?" asked the host, with a pleasant smile on her face. "Well.. my grandfather started this business as BB Corporations back in 60's," she replied neutrally. "What is the real story behind BB?" the host asked.

Life, nobody knows how or why it came to be. Some people say that when the right elements at the right time collided with each other, the first and the most simple organism was born. Others think that an eternal and everlasting God created everything that existed. But there was an undeniable fact that everyone agreed on after countless years of quarrels and discussion. It began in the most humble of ways: a unicellular organism.

He smirked at me while I dragged my gaze to Kayden and glared murderously at him. "I will play,” I succumbed, I don't have any $1000 to spare for a game. “Good!” Brandon nodded while I began walking closer to them. 'Oh God! What mess have I put myself in,' I fumed worriedly? “Okay, participant gather around, the game is about to begin,” Brandon notified, and we all moved closer to together. “Rules of the game,” He started. “You can't back out of this game when you start to play”

They went to work and school, they celebrated birthdays and their usual holidays, and I foolishly thought that things would be okay. But then one country began to threaten another, fights broke out over resources, and very soon they started dropping bombs on each other’s heads, and soon after a worldwide war broke out. No one knew whom they were fighting or really why, just that they were fighting. And it all happened because Clement didn’t know the first thing about international relations or how to rule.