It Starts With Us Kindle Novels & Stories

After four hours of reading and six cups of tea, I heard my older brother walk in. "Up as usual Squirt." "Morning Lee." Lee sat beside me and glanced at the books on the table. "You're gonna have a brain meltdown." "That's not a thing." "It is. The medical term is boring behavior." I rolled my eyes and hissed. Lee pulled out his tablet and began scrolling through. "Lil Dicky and Chris Brown just released a new song." I shrugged. "I don't care." Lee rolled his eyes and kept scrolling. " 'Man found dead in his wardrobe on Friday. Possible cause of death; strangulation' ."

Marcus ordered him before he leaves, Tom took a few steps back opened a drawer of the side table, the drawer is full of the latest I-phones, he picks one and switched it on and handed it to Marcus, He is an angry bird and has a habit of smashing his things, his mobile is mainly the victim of his anger whether it's a personal or professional problem, his phone got smashed, Tom made this drawer, especially for his phones. All phones in the drawer have the clonal sim card of Marcus contact number. This drawer is upgraded with the latest mobile phones every month.

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.

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.

I was sipping a mango juice and it went to the wrong pipe and I chouckedked by the shock I got. “Mom! Are you okay?” came Tony’s voice as he patted my back. “I’m fine baby, eat your food” I manage to speak. They were looking at me with concern. I ruffled their hairs just to assure them that I was really okay. I went back to my phone. What the hell is going on? I know this face anywhere and I’ll never forget it because my kids have the same face. Christian Anderson of Anderson Enterprises. One of the richest people in America. He is a Billionaire. Goodness, I hate rich people. How the hell did I end up sleeping with one and having his babies.

She couldn't hold the baby in her arms right now, and it would be five long months before she could. She wakes up at dawn without any sleep, and makes a decaffeinated pot of coffee. Today was one of those days when she needed the caffeine donation, but the pregnancy forbade it. Anyway she made the coffee, hoping the custom would fool her mind and sanity, then she sat down at the kitchen table with her thick coat draped in comfort while she sat down at the kitchen table. she sipped hot liquid

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

The timestamp read 02:13:47. Three young doctors in scrubs sat on the floor against the wall. One was asleep with their arms around their knees. Another had their head tipped back against the wall. The account that posted it was called [RainDoesntWant2Work]. Her bio said she was an intern at our hospital. Her post read:

Valerian whispered before leaving the bathroom. It all started with a divorce, then chaos… and somehow, it led to everything I never knew I wanted. END