It Starts With Us Novels & Stories

This was the first time she’d ever spoken to me. “I… get it,” I admitted. “But don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain.” She smiled. “I’m Ella.” “Yeah, I know. You’ve been here since the start of term,” I said, then instantly regretted it because it came off too strong. She raised an eyebrow. “And this is the first time you’ve said anything to me?” “Damon’s usually here, sucking up all my energy like an emotional vacuum cleaner.” Her lips twitched. “I’ve noticed. He kind of likes to annoy you.”

Carla continues the chitchat at how proud she is of her employers. "Great. Glad to know that" the woman softly mumbles while intently staring at the convoy already leaving. "I'm starting to love this place" she whispers with a smirk. ****tbc****

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.

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.

At the estate, where lilies of the valley swayed gently, Grace and I solemnly pledged our lives to each other before countless eyes. When we were finally alone, I told Grace a story about past and present lives. She didn't say a word after listening, but her eyes suddenly darkened, and then she kissed me. Afterward, I held her tightly and asked the question that had troubled me for two lifetimes. "Have we met before? When did you fall in love with me?" Grace pressed a kiss to my forehead. "The first time we met was at your coming-of-age ceremony." I froze for a moment.

“You weren’t supposed to find out because you’re supposed to be dead. And I didn’t tell father cause he would’ve overreacted.” “There’s no possible over reaction to you getting raped.” Vanessa shrugged “Is that all you had to say?” “You like the handsome prince.” Her mother asked changing the topic “I just met him barely 48 hours ago, I think it’s too early to make such assumptions.” “You look a little flustered whenever I mention the handsome prince.” “I look flustered because I’ve been vomiting blood and stop calling him that you know his name.” her mother only smiled at her. She turned and touched Vanessa’s cheek

"We'll start this tutorial thing when I'm done." "I have a name." I mumbled under my breath. "I said sit by the benches!" he yelled clearing not having heard what I had said. Not repeating himself he run back to his teammates. Huffing, I walked to the benches and got my personal journal out , made myself as comfortable as I could and started writing. "We'll study from here!" Gavin yelled when he came back all fresh and showered. "H-here." I stuttered looking up from my journal. I was so engrossed in what I was writing I didn't notice him walk towards me.

Then she awoke from a drowsy state, hearing the shower running. She knew she should get up and start preparing a meal, but she was caught in a strange inertia. Now she couldn't care less about food when the rest of her life depended on what happens between them. She couldn't postpone it any longer. Maybe tonight won't be the last. Maybe. Miracles have happened before.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

“And you—make yourself useful. We’re fixing this.” Zane mock-saluted. “Yes, ma’am.” Maya stood between them, stunned. For the first time since she arrived at Ridgeway, she didn’t feel alone. Bruised? Yes. Exposed? Absolutely. But not alone. As they walked back toward the building, Maya’s phone buzzed again. A new message. Unknown Number: You think this is over? That video’s just the beginning. Welcome to Ridgeway, sweetheart. She stopped dead in her tracks. The sweetness of the afternoon shattered like glass. And the real drama? It was only just beginning.