Let's Start From The Beginning Novels & Stories

I mumbled smiling. “Why?” He asked, frowning. “The beginning.” I replied, remembering the meaning of the baby. “I don’t think we should care what religion the name belongs to. Our morals teaching and the things are the ones which matter right?” I asked glancing back to look at him. “You are spot on, professor.” he replied, pressing his lips to mine. “I know right!” I said, and he chuckled. “I love you!” he said, closing his eyes. I closed my eyes back and mumbled “And I, you.” This is our forever new beginning…

"Let’s go." "Moving out." "Wait, Joshua." "Yes?" "What about the General?" "He’s leading the way." "He’s changed." "We all have." "I can feel it." "It’s a good feeling, isn't it?" "It’s the best feeling." "Then let’s keep it." "We will." "I promise." "I believe you." "Then let’s start the real work." "Yes. The real work." "Starting today." "Today." "The first day of the rest of our lives."

Please save me from his teasing. Ok Dharani, let's start work now. I started working for designs. *************************************** How is it?

“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.” I touched Brena. I was shocked when she looked at me. Because meet his eyebrow when she looks at me. “What?” she asked irritably. “Do you have red days too?” “No. I just finished my red days last week.” “Are you mad?” “No.” “Why do you seem angry?” “I’m just bored,” she then looked at Isabelle. “Tell the story from the beginning so you know where to start.” I also looked at Isabelle. Isabelle took a d

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

"Not that kind of elimination, no malice, no bloodshed." "Then what are we supposed to do with them?" "You really need me to tell you two how to take care of a bunch of teenage girls who're chasing TikTok and Instagram fame?" "You've got a point. Okay, when do we start?" "Right now. Nothing is to touch Gianna; keep that in mind." "Wait a minute, if we're the rook and bishop, does that make Gianna the queen and you the king?" Now Rosa was the one with the glint in her eye.

“Start it June 3rd. 9:01 AM. CEO. And Dada. And ‘just us.’ All of it.” “All of it,” I said. _Beep. Beep. Beep._ Midnight. My watch. May 14th. Day 39. Not fear. Not waiting. Just us. *

“You know he didn’t only show his wedding ceremonies, but he also showed off his beautiful wife and good children on f******k, zalo…In today's society, everybody follows each other through social network sites. Anyone who regularly updates their status and news. Outsiders know them better than the members in their family. I said you should install f******k or zalo, sometimes we talk together but you always refuse. That's the reason why you’re a person who belongs to the old generation. Daisy said I thought I was ancient enough, but when I returned, some people were more ancient than me. Thanks to this, Daisy was much more comfortable chatting with Abel than at first. They quickly arrived at

My way of turning chaos into clarity. So one morning, after Roman left for a meeting and Isabella was down for her nap, I sat at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and opened my laptop. The cursor blinked on a blank page, daring me to start. I typed three words. The first time. And just like that, it all began.

Day three. The first workday under the new rules. By seven-thirty that morning, the department was already a mess when I walked in. "Dr. Altman, the OR called. Anesthesia's ready for the first case, but the attending surgeon still isn't here." "Who's the attending?" "Dr. Lowe." I checked the wall clock. 7:35. The surgical board listed a 7:40 start. "Where is he?" The nurse lowered her voice. "In his office. Says his back hurts too much to operate today."