Novel & Cerita It All Started With

They started on a Thursday. Not with ceremony. Not with a formal announcement or a gathering or a moment where everyone stopped to acknowledge what was beginning. The founding ground had taught all of them by now that the most important starts happened in the middle of ordinary days, when the work was simply the next thing that needed doing. Valdis came to the archive at dawn. Mira Voss was already there. Of course she was.

in the specific way that some things begin not with a declaration but with a phone call on a Tuesday and a decision to let someone get to the real reason — Something has started. I don't know what it is yet. But it is there. Uninvited. The way the things that matter always are.

𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛� ��𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

To her. To every move that’s been made in the last twenty-four hours. I step back slightly, letting it all settle. Not rushing it. Not reacting. Just… seeing it. Fully. For what it is. “This didn’t start with the board,” I say. “No.” “It didn’t start with Arclight.” “No.” “And it didn’t start with Richard.” Damien exhales slowly. “Then where did it start?” I don’t answer immediately. Because I already know the answer—

The Day Lily Accidentally Started a War The war began over a cookie. God. A single cookie. Fair. One innocent cookie. Reasonable honestly. The kind nobody would remember tomorrow. God. Or at least that was the theory. Fair. Reality disagreed. Reasonable. Strongly. God. The afternoon had started beautifully. Fair. The ocean sparkled beyond the terrace. Reasonable. A cool breeze drifted through the house. God. Everything peaceful. Fair. Everything calm. Reasonable honestly.

“After what we went through, do you want us to end?” Please… please… don't look at me with that pitying look. My hands clenched into tight fists, wanting to punch something to ease my emotions. I only need your love, Serena. Not anything else. “We never started. Never.” It was like a boulder had slammed into my head until I shattered.

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"

Hmmm! He took a deep breath. “My princess, it all started the day I had an encounter with a group of men who do dirty jobs. Yes! It all began like a joke to me, until the first job I was supposed to carry out went south. That was the very first episode of my, I mean our, tangled life story.” I was staring in surprise, not knowing that was just the thriller version. He continued:

⚜ Sold. ⚜ I wished for a miracle to happen. I had always hidden the sorrows I felt in studying and now, not even a book could help me at the moment. The bidding started and like we were told earlier by Sarah, Pablo introduced the first lady, Vanessa, who then stepped forward from the rest of us as Pablo continued advertising her. He began audibly. "This pretty brunette is Vanessa. She's very fragile but has a lot to offer. With her big butt, I bet no refund. Let the game begin..."

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.