In The Beginning Superbook Novels & Stories

I walked around and saw all the books that were on the bookshelves. Everything is organized in alphabetic order, and each stack was organized into different genres. How can someone be so organized? I picked up a book that caught my attention and went to Aaron’s desk. I know that this is all wrong, and if Aaron finds out, he is going to kill me, but I couldn't resist all these books. I wore his jacket, and his scent covered me and made me more relaxed. Why does he make me feel this way? As much as I am scared when I am around him, he still manages to make me feel something I have never felt before. God, what is he doing to me? I started reading the book, and I wrapped myself in his jacket.

I stared at the hopeful face in the photo before looking up at the clear blue sky outside the window. A gentle breeze drifted through, carrying the fresh scent of the plants. I set my book down and took a sip of my drink. All the toxic people and their drama were far behind me, no longer able to disrupt the peaceful life I had rebuilt with my own hands.

"A beautiful, leaking, smoking, grinding mess." "Good," Audrey whispered, her glass-lungs drawing in the first "Combined-Air" of the two galaxies. "Let’s see what they 'Build' with it." The "Great-Story" was no longer a single book. It was a "Library-in-Motion." And the Union, the "Refugees of the Soot," were the ones who had "Written the First Word."

His screams reverberated across the corridor, and we heard the sound of flesh getting ripped off bones. That did not last long. Silence returned soon after. … We burst out of the center's entrance, but the sight that greeted us made us inhale sharply. We were surrounded by a swarm of zombies. Hundreds of them, by the looks of it. It was nigh impossible to reach our vehicle like this. Unless… "I'll distract them! You guys run when you see an opening!" Determined, I shoved the sample into my deputy's arms and told him to get that back to base safely.

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”

We were all monsters now. Adam had been the first to embrace what we were-werewolves, creatures bound by the moon. He'd called it a blessing, a gift from the Moon Goddess Selene. Our grandmother had sacrificed herself to protect us, invoking the ancient powers of our ancestors. But for all her intentions, the result was something that couldn't be undone.

He looked away, his voice lowering. “It took years for me to start to speak again. I had to learn everything from scratch…reading, writing…my education. Everything I knew was just…gone.” I swallowed hard, feeling the sting of his words. I turned away, staring at the ground as my mind spiraled. Rhys’s face, Abhay’s words, the tangled mess of my own feelings—everything felt like too much. Abhay—no, Lee Xi, as he’d been called all these years—stared at me, his eyes scanning mine like he was trying to piece together a puzzle that had once been whole.

It had been a year since the apocalypse. A year after the nuclear disaster, it wasn't the plants or animals that mutated first—it was the virus. Less than ten percent of humanity escaped infection, and most of those unlucky few were picked off early, torn apart by zombies. Zombies had no brains or senses; they mindlessly attacked anything that moved. But my dad? He was different. The day the outbreak started, it was just another ordinary day for our family, working in our little grocery store. It was business as usual.

Mila wasn’t even done telling the whole story when Christian interrupted her by saying the name she wasn’t done completing “Silas Sullivan. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. We are screwed” Christian hit the arm rest repeatedly. He became tensed when he finally knew the quarter of the truth. Silas Sullivan. He never wanted to cross paths with that psychopath in his lifetime but now fate has put him in a position that he has to break the promise his grandfather made with Silas’s grandfather.

And just like that, the day began. --- *******************************************TBC 💕✨️