It Starts With Us Novels & Stories

I told him sharply, and he smiled. The attendees gave us popcorn and ice creams and the room darkened the more as it was time for the movie to start. I came to realize that the title of the movie was, 'The Notebook' I've heard a lot about the movie on the internet and haven't had the time to watch the movie since I was so devoted to my K-dramas. I took a spoonful of the strawberry and vanilla mixed ice cream into my mouth and didn't realize when I had leaned closer to Kayden and rested my shoulder on him.

Everyone said my wife and I were deeply in love. Even after she had built a successful career and founded her own music company, she still came with me to my hometown for the Christmas-New Year's holiday and handed out lavish presents to all the younger relatives. Only I knew that she was no longer the woman she had once been. After we had a few rounds of drinks, my younger cousin started clamoring for karaoke. While Regina Lockwood was in the bathroom, I took her phone to queue up some songs for everyone. That was when I noticed the music app was still open to a shared listening session. One account, its avatar a comic-book hero, had spent more than 2,600 hours listening together with

The message history was endless. The most recent exchange was this morning. [Lorelei: Rod, a new bag caught Natasha’s eye. It’s over 5,000. I’m a little short…] Roddy Venmo-ed Lorelei 5,000 dollars. [Roddy: Tell Natasha to go for it, Lorelei. Just let me know if the money isn’t enough.] [Lorelei: Oh, you’re the best! You’re so much better than some money-grubbing woman.”

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

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.

He started speaking politely. "Cut the chase and come straight to the point Ficco." Adriano stated. "Umm, Adriano I want to be your business partner again." They started their discussion. "Years ago it was you who denied to do business with me and now it's my time. Explain why should I be interested in this anymore." Both of them started their business talks that I have zero percent interest in. For the whole time that the conversation went on, Arora kept staring at Adriano, I could see the heart emojis in her eyes.

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.

"You barely looked at it. How do you know?" He smirked. "I just do." She read the title: The Art of Starting Over. Something in her chest tightened. "You think I need to start over?" she asked, studying him. Atlas met her gaze, serious now. "I think you deserve the chance to." Lily swallowed, the weight of his words pressing against something fragile inside her. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for this conversation, but Atlas had never been someone she needed to guard herself against. Before she could respond, a voice interrupted them. "Lily?"

I asked, leaning closer to the phone. "Name is still under wraps, but the code used: Red." "Track it," I ordered. “Already on it," they confirmed. I hung up the phone and started back up the stairs when it buzzed again. One new message flashed on the screen. Blocked sender. An unknown number. With cautious curiosity, I opened it. Just one image appeared. It was blurry and clearly taken from a distance, yet it was unmistakably clear. There stood Louis, silhouetted against the dim light, positioned in front of the west wing.

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.