It Starts With Us Chapters Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help smiling. I picked up Lang Leav’s The Universe of Us. As I flipped through the pages, the faint scent of paper and vanilla drifted out — that strangely nostalgic smell of ink and time. I finally understood why book lovers found comfort in it. Then my fingers stopped on a page — page fifteen. “‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and me?’” I read aloud before realizing how it sounded. Sydney froze mid-reach, her back still bent toward the lower shelf. After a moment, she stood upright, turning toward me with a knowing grin.

“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.

Right after I finished moving, Tanner called and invited me to work at his company as an assistant. I accepted his offer, as I needed to learn and adapt to a new environment. I started the job one week later. Tanner's company had around 300 employees. I was responsible for assisting with contracts. During the training phase, I had a meager salary of 4,000 dollars. While it wasn't even enough for me to buy a pair of my shoes, it was money I earned myself. Five months later, Tanner asked me if I wanted to resume being a lawyer.

Maybe she’ll fight everyone when she’s upset. I looked at Isabelle again as she laughed softly. “Sorry... Hehe... I’ll tell you a story. I just don’t know where to start.” “Gosh! You beat me then in the Isabelle Arcadia rankings, then you don’t use your brain now? Of course, when you tell a story, you start with the first, not the climax, not the ending, not the epilogue, not the prequel. If not at the beginning. At the very beginning, in chapter one, you start.”

He didn’t deserve my forgiveness, not anymore. “Are we ready?” Justin asked, his voice bright with energy. A chorus of cheers and echoes rang through the room, everyone eager, motivated, ready to take on the morning. “Good,” he continued, “now let’s start counting those steps.” He led us out of the building and onto the open road, where the cool morning air carried a faint freshness. The group surged forward, feet hitting the pavement in rhythm.

Focus, Ashley! The match's monitor has already begun to load. And now I'm anxiously anticipating to start. Welcome to summoners rift. -=-=-=-=-=-end of chapter 4 -=-=-=-=-=-

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

I started to finally drift off to sleep my thoughts going mute. That’s when I felt it too late. It was like one thousand tons laying on my chest, pushing me through my bed and into another veil. I tried to push back but wasn’t strong enough. This power was strong! I mentally called out to Michael. I touched the crest on my chest it lite up, I knew Michael would not only feel the burn of it but would know that I was in trouble.

ANNA POV. Days later. The knock on the study door was firm, urgent—but not frantic. I lost a family and found another. I looked up from the small pile of books I had been flipping through, my heart already sensing the shift before the words even came. Jace stood and opened it. Two officers stepped in—Italian, but one was accompanied by a U.S. consulate official, sharp in a blue suit with the calm tone of someone trained to deliver life-altering news without flinching.

“I’m practicing peace. It’s harder than the manuals suggest.” A ghost of a smile touched his mouth. “There are no manuals for this part.” “There should be. Chapter one: what to do when the war ends and you still wake up listening for alarms. Chapter two: how to want things that cannot be taken by residual architecture or quiet men with old research.” He brushed his thumbs across my cheekbones. “Then we write those chapters ourselves. Starting with the second one. Tell me something you want.”