Novel Beginnings Novels & Stories

Isn’t the security around the school should be tight? And if this is part of the book arc, bakit parang ang bilis naman yata? Kakasimula pa lang ng story oi! Kung pagbabasihan ang sinabi nila Janna. Fortune Lover started when Gina arrived in the Academy. Kung pagbabasihan, nasa first chapter pa lang kami! Mga walangya! Kakasimula palang pero gusto agad ng author na pahirapan ang mga bida! Arghhh author hardcore ka! You sadist!

- Ethan whispered to the beginning of our lives together. - I love you too. - I stood on my tiptoes to feel him squeeze my waist and finally seal us in a kiss, just like in a beautiful romantic movie. Closing one story to finally open another. Thank you. First I thank God for the opportunities he gave me to write this book, my family for being patient with me and you who have read and followed the book so far, I thank the platform for the space and for accepting my book, this is my first novel, I know I don't master it very well, but this book was inspired by a joke when I moved house, Our neighbor had a ferocious sense of humor, but in the end it was just that, well I don't talk about relig

I asked all three of them. I could see Cain smiling down at me with pride. “Well, novels would be great. That’s a good starting point for any beginner,” the first man said. “I agree, and you could make picks from romance, mystery and thrillers, and even historical fiction,” the second man responded. “We have a list of the top bestselling authors. You will be glued to every book you select,” the third one said. I became relaxed almost immediately, but then again, Cain’s phone beeped.

“I’ve never been more sure.” Damon clapped his son on the back. “Then go build something sacred.” The following week, Grace returned to the Turner estate alone. Cassie had offered her something sacred, a chance to create a book of beginnings. “It’s not a full novel,” Cassie explained. “Just the start of many. Let your imagination run wild. One page at a time.” Grace took the challenge seriously. Each morning, she wrote with a pencil on cream-colored paper. Titles like: The Girl Who Spoke Stars

I stood up and walked to the window and stood there for a while, which was what I did when I needed to move the feeling through me without letting it consume me. After a few minutes I went back to the desk. I opened a new document. At the top I wrote. What I know so far. And then I began to list everything,every piece of information I had,every connection I could trace. Every name that appeared in the story,Michael, Annabel, Raymond, everything. I wrote for two hours. When I finished I sat back and looked at what I had written. It was not yet enough. It was just the beginning . And I had learned, in the hardest possible way, that beginnings were not nothing. Beginnings were everything.

The stars shine. And somewhere in the distance, a new year begins. Not the one we planned. The one we built. End of Chapter 146

“This is her chapter.” Beyond the door, no walls existed. No ceiling, no floor—only vastness inked in dusk, a realm shaped by potential. It was neither dream nor memory, but a boundary-space where stories chose whether to become real. The first sentence hovered before her, burning gently in gold, but as she reached to touch it, it split. Not broken—divided. There were now two beginnings. One born of grief. One born of defiance. She was being asked not only to choose, but to become one of them.

She looked shocked when she asked, "Were you the little boy from all those years ago?" "I'm the eldest son of Capitol City's richest family, the Walkers. The Walkers are a huge family with an equally large business, but many family members plot and scheme behind your back. I was poisoned when I was still in my mother's womb, and I was born disabled. "Moreover, I was always a loner, and even my parents never really liked me. My mother gave birth to my younger brother not long after, and they lived a happy life as a family of three. I was the unnecessary one.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

In the next four to five weeks that quickly went by, I began to learn a lot of amazing, frightening and horrible things about Ebie, sometimes through the book that disappeared into my abdomen. There were ‘things’ which I came across, but I’d decided against mentioning all of them, and simply tagged them ‘wonderful.’ There were also things which I learnt from my fellow initiates, some of whom had been initiated years before and some who’d been initiated when I was still a crawling baby.