How To Start The First Chapter Novels & Stories

THE THIRD BOOK GROWS LUCIEN'S POV By March, Elena has four chapters of the third book. She tells me the fourth chapter is different from the first three. "The first three are building the argument," she says. "The fourth is the turn — the place where the argument commits to its conclusion before I have fully earned it." She is at the kitchen table with the legal pad and the expression she has when she is working through something that is not yet resolved. "I can see where it needs to go. I'm not sure I have the full case for taking it there yet."

The same town that once broke her… was now starting to heal. She opened her notebook. On a blank page, she wrote: Chapter One: Rebuild. Because this wasn’t the end. This was the beginning.

“Okay. Then maybe I’ll start outlining it today.” Later that day, Shania found herself back at the center, sitting in her office with a blank document open on her laptop. The cursor blinked at her, as if waiting for her to find the right words. She began typing slowly, the words tentative at first but gaining momentum as memories spilled onto the page. Chapter One: The Beginning of the End They say your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die. For me, it wasn’t my life that flashed—it was my regrets.

I didn’t bother greeting her, didn’t have to as she was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t pay me a simple glance. Exactly what I wanted. To build my own bubble and get my task done without any form of distraction. I got down, took out my laptop and opened up the document. The first page had only my name as I had not yet come up with a name for the book. I moved the cursor down and ended up in the introduction page, where it all started.

he asked. "Trying to. Turns out writing about your own life is harder than expected. Where do I even start?" "The beginning usually works." "Which beginning? Being orphaned at three? Meeting you as a teenager? The rejection? Becoming Alpha?" "Whichever moment feels most important to who you became." I thought about that. "The rejection. Everything changed that day. Everything I built came from that moment of destruction." "Then start there. Write about that day. How it felt. What it meant. Where it led."

There are so few views, now that Goodnovel provided me a platform, but I am more than happy to continue this story and perhaps, make it my first completed novel. So now allow me to talk about the novel itself. I have talked to my editor about it and I came to know that my first few chapters are quite odd. The beginning chapter itself barely had any conversation. Well… To be honest, it can’t be helped since I wrote it on my first attempt in writing. I have no background. No experience. I read. I read. I read a ton. I was very smug about my memory since I could remember all sorts of details from hundreds of chapters back.

If you're curious about what i was listening too while writing there is a list on Spotify, just search for the book title or GoldNPeachy and you'll find it. If you're fine with all that, let's proceed! The first chapter is set to post mid November 😈

I will be updating my chapters, and would be starting with the present events first before recalling about the past, where it all started. Kindly bear with me for a little while longer. Thank you 🥰 I will be updating my chapters, and would be starting with the present events first before recalling about the past, where it all started. Kindly bear with me for a little while longer. Thank you 🥰 I will be updating my chapters, and would be starting with the present events first before recalling about the past, where it all started. Kindly bear with me for a little while longer. Thank you 🥰

TABLE OF CONTACT CHAPTER ONE – 1 CHAPTER TWO - 19 CHAPTER THREE – 33 CHAPTER FOUR – 48 CHAPTER FIVE – 63 CHAPTER SIX – 78 CHAPTER SEVEN – 93 CHAPTER EIGHT – 109 CHAPTER NINE – 138 CHAPTER TEN – 169 CHAPTER ELEVEN – 169

“I need you, I need you, I need you right now. Yeah, I need you right now . . . “ I sing, searching through the clothes in the closet. I do not think I will ever get enough of this closet. It is a dream come true. I must decide what to wear for tomorrow, but there are too many options. I shift through some of the outfits I like. My phone buzzes and I sigh in frustration. That can be none other than the author. Congratulations, you survived the first day. I am surprised you didn’t change anything from the original story, so I guess it can’t be that bad. I’m glad you are enjoying it. And remember, the story starts tomorrow xxx I chuck my phone on my bed and scoff. Then why didn’t the story sta