Intention Books Novels & Stories

"I'm content." "What's the difference?" "Happiness is a feeling. Contentment is a choice." She looks at me. "I choose you." "I choose you too." --- The second book comes out in November. The reviews are quiet — not the attention of the first, but that's fine. This book wasn't written for attention. It was written for the people who need to know that ordinary is enough. Celeste buys a copy at the local bookstore. "You didn't have to do that," I say.

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I didn’t need to. Some people pass through your life like storms. Others like lessons. Few like mirrors. What mattered was not who stayed—but what remained within me after they left. Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank document. For years, my life had been dictated by reactions—to pain, to power, to desire. This time, I chose intention. I began to write. Not contracts. Not strategies. But words meant to guide those still lost in their storms. I wrote about resilience.

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An icy horror permeates me, “She knew?” “She had to have known,” Rachel throws her head back and laughs. “After all, the first thing she handed me was a forbidden book about genies. I was nine years old. I learn how to hide from them all. You’re wrong about one thing. I’m not a phony. I am intelligent because I forced myself to be. My kind has no place in this world and I taught myself everything. I excelled at everything because I had to survive, to become strong. I always considered this place home till I left. And that’s when I realized. Mistfall Wilderness Camp will never accept me as who I am. But there are others who will, who have. And they are the people who now have my loyalty!”

Julian Blackwood didn't believe in *kindness*. He believed in **results**. In **control**. In **winning**. And yet as he stood in the midst of *Chapter & Soul* bookstore, with Lena Carter's soft voice still lingering at the edges of his mind like morning mist, something strange tangled deep in his chest. "*Maybe you should start,"* she had breathed. An effortless sentence. Soft, nearly shy. But it had hit harder than any boardroom betrayal or market crash he'd ever faced.

Luna shared her personal stories, lessons learned, and actionable strategies for leading with integrity and purpose. The book became an instant success, resonating with leaders from all walks of life who were seeking a new approach to leadership—one that went beyond traditional models and emphasized the importance of being true to oneself. Luna's book became a blueprint for authenticity in leadership, and her words inspired countless individuals to embark on their own journeys of self-discovery and growth.

"Seriously? I wish I could or I would have pulled you off this table and thrown you out in the sea! It is not the time! Get it out!" Damien moved his head in the left to right direction directing a no. I sighed heavily and said, "Fine! I will try. So what am I suppose to do?" "Look, just remember one thing. 'It is all about your intentions, not the actions.' Whatever motion you make, if you are not willing to move the book out of its place, you would not succeed. Your will must come out of your brain. And another important rule when learning to use your powers."

In this life, sixty-one is the altitude from which I can see all forty-one years and the work that happened in them. That the third book's readers are finding each other in a way the first two books' readers did not. The first book found practitioners. The second found people deciding whether to commit. The third is finding people at the beginning of their lives asking: what kind of person do I want to build toward?

Just mobile. She understood something then, with calm clarity: Intention didn’t need perfection to move forward. It needed honesty. It needed presence. And it needed the willingness to step into the day not armored, not rehearsed but awake. As sleep came, Lena didn’t think about tomorrow’s choices. She trusted herself to meet them. Because intention, she now knew, didn’t live in plans. It lived in how you walked forward, one conscious step at a time.