It Starts With Us Book Novels & Stories

The grand celebration lasted long into the evening, but as the last of the city officials departed and the echoes of laughter and champagne toasts faded into the polished wood of the bookshelves, Clara and Elias found themselves alone. The "Secret Story Room" was lit only by a few recessed warm lights, making it feel like a sanctuary floating in the middle of a vast, silent ocean of books. The air here was still, smelling of old parchment and the faint, sweet scent of the cedar beams Elias had fought so hard to include.

he had replied, already consumed by the flames of lust. And the first text from that unknown number was dated the same day: [This afternoon, Henley will make me his completely.]

Milena Dragovic “So,” I said, settling back into my chair, “since this is your first session, I’ll explain how this usually works.” My voice sounded steady. Familiar. Like routine. Alexander didn’t move. His attention stayed on me, focused. “Normally, when someone reaches out to me,” I continued, “we start here. In my office.” I gestured lightly around the room, then let my hand fall back to my lap. “This situation is slightly different,” I added. “But the first session always serves the same purpose.”

Siddharth's POV " I had started to develop a few feelings but then that bet... I saved it before that." " Shh... Don't talk about that now. I never did that, sweetheart. I was attracted to you the moment I saw you. I was shocked, so that day when Mayank gave me money, I could not react. I don't even know that Isha said something. I didn't even realise immediately that she hugged me. I am sorry for that. But I proved that those pictures are fake, now I want us to be together officially. " I said and pulled her in my arms.

How could they endure? "Star, it's your turn," Larissa said softly, pinching my bicep to get my attention. I snapped out of my train of unnecessary thought and blinked a few times, a little confused. "Pick from the box," I looked up and saw Savia standing and waiting impatiently for me to pick. "Sorry," I murmured, dipping my hand into the box. I pulled out a piece of paper and opened it. “Jeremiah” was written boldly on it. I almost scowled. Ever since my fight with my brother, I started to detest the letter 'J'. Yes, I know it's stupid but I couldn't control my rage and hatred.