New Beginning Novels & Stories

On Christmas Eve, my wife, Abigail Balmer, publicly announced her relationship with her forty-ninth boy toy. [My forever love, @Dwayne Porter.] [My forever love, @Abigail Balmer.] Then she turned to comfort me. "He just lost a dare game, that's all. Don't take it to heart." Everyone mocked me as the man who'd married into money, too spineless to fight back. But I never made a scene. What they didn't know was that I'd struck a deal with the System. Every time Abigail was unfaithful, one year of her lifespan would transfer to me. By my count, of the eighty years she should have lived, she now had exactly one left. All I had to do was survive until the New Year, and she'd meet her natu

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He felt it and did not manage it and let it be what it was. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Something new.

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…

--- A silence followed. But it wasn’t heavy. --- For the first time in a while… It felt like something had moved forward. --- Not everything. Not completely. But something. --- And sometimes… That’s where real change begins.

A massive fortress was taking shape. Michael appearing at my side. “Bringing a piece of home, home?” Smiling, “yes. I’m a little homesick.” “What of security?” “I already thought of that. I made it so that our essence is built into our new home.” “So how will your new guardians gain access?” “Very easily I’ll add them as they come.” I smiled and leaned my head against his arm. Always perfectly content with Micheal. My calm and peace.

Wandering through quiet streets, I stumbled upon a quaint cafe. "First time here?" the barista asked, a warm smile on her face. I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude for the simplicity of the question. "Yes, a fresh start." The barista poured me a cup of coffee, and as I took the first sip, I knew that the departure marked not just an end but a beginning. Conversations with strangers and the distant hum of a new town signaled the start of my journey—one filled with conversations, challenges, and the promise of rediscovery.

"None. This is the best choice I've ever made." He chuckled, handing me one of the certificates. "Keep it safe, Mrs. Schneider." Hearing that title made my eyes sting. I was no longer that vulnerable girl, easily trampled. With Fabio by my side, I was someone new. Outside, Sam was still pinned by the bodyguards. Vicky and Candace wailed and cursed, their dignity in tatters. Sam froze, seeing the certificates in our hands. "You actually did it?" He broke free and rushed toward me, his eyes locked onto mine. "This is not real. Stop acting up. Come home with me."

My familiar surroundings slowly pulled me back to reality. My hands gradually clenched. I wanted to kill them with my bare hands. I kept mumbling as I remembered their contorted laughing faces from the flames. "You'll both suffer a horrible death." Since Zach got expelled, all he did was play video games at home. John could no longer take it and he asked me to pick a school for Zach to be enrolled in. That day, I heard footsteps outside the door and spoke loudly. "What? Is Convalesce High that great? "Let me have a look at the information you sent me. Is that school really that great?"

___________________________________________________________________________________________________ 1 / 01 / 2022 5 : 45 am I close my eyes embracing the winds of change as they blow through my hair and caress my face. I feel a bright smile appear upon my face – this could be because I am going home , or because my new has started off on a good note. I feel as if there is some thing in me just bursting to come out – call it a new found strength , or new excitement for new beginnings.

It was her first day at work and she had already witnessed so much drama. She was glad to finally see the room, she pushed the glass doors and walked in, the room was too quiet and it was divided into many cubicles, each covered by a person who was busy with his or her desktop. Nobody even noticed that she has entered, she dumbfoundedly looked around, not even knowing where to start, and if she were to stand here and do nothing then she would probably be standing there for hours without being noticed at all.