Novel Beginnings Novels & Stories

She read what she'd written. She thought about beginnings. About where this one started: was it the garden in 2007, or the hedge in all the years after, or the paper crane on the doorstep, or the library slip in the book, or the corridor in October of year twelve, or the wrong number, or the moment in the kitchen in Birchwood when he'd asked why did he donate anonymously?' and she'd known then, somewhere, that the question was going to change the shape of things? She thought: it doesn't have a single start. It has many starts. Every time one of them turned toward the other without naming it, that was a start. The starts accumulated until there were enough of them to become a thing.

Holt immediately informed him that no such decision existed. Their familiar exchange drew another wave of laughter from inside. Nova listened to the comforting sounds. “I think I know how I’m going to begin.” Adrian looked at her expectantly. She smiled. “I’m going to tell them about the first time I walked through the doors of Tomorrow House.” “I think that’s exactly where you should begin.” As the evening sun settled gently over the lake, Nova picked up her notebook once more. This time she wrote only a few simple lines. There were no complicated phrases.

Outside, the wind moved through the trees like an old friend returning. No longer a storm just soft and free. -------------------------------- Because some love stories aren’t made of grand beginnings… They’re made of the courage to begin again. And again. And always. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author’s Note: By Ernest Brooks Dear beloved reader, When I first began writing The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife, I thought I was telling a story about loss of memory, of identity, of trust. But as the chapters unfolded, I realized it wasn’t just about what had been forgotten… it was about what could be remembered, rebuilt,

Hahaha. This is not just the end. It’s the beginning of Book Two. A morally gray story about two unexpected side characters. Guess…

Whatever he did to her I will do to him tenfold, he will be begging, screaming and crying to die but I won't let him, his death won't be easy. "Niko! Bring me the keys by the door." He hands me the keys and I unlock the chain from her ankle. I help her stand, her rounded belly has me choking up. I settle my hand over her stomach and feel light flutters against my palm. Tears track down my face, feeling my children move for the first time.

Everyday feels like a new start, the shadows of my dark past had begun to fade, and I have started accepting the love and warmth that surrounded me. I had never thought it to be possible, but I was rebuilding my life, step by step, on the foundation of hope and how I want to live my own life. But as the days turned into weeks, I felt something within me. At first I thought that I am not feeling well because of the change in my lifestyle now. The familiar routine of life took on a new struggle, one that I could not ignore. It all began with a little unease, a feeling of discomfort that settled deep in my core. I tried to dismiss it, considering it to the lingering scars of my past.

Personally, I want to see what's in that book. I'd spent yet another evening thinking about her. She's the first thing in life that had taken my focus off the endgame, which is not exactly a good thing. I didn't make provisos for being sidetracked because until one day ago, I didn't think there was anything that could sway me from my path. But something about her situation keeps pulling at me, and I know I won't rest until I get to the bottom of this shit.

Starting this book wasn't part of the plan. That day, my goal was to scroll through P*******t to find a cover for "GOOD SIN" since I wasn't able to afford a designer. But then, I saw a rainbow poem. And it was just... too emotional. I've always been neutral but the idea just came that day. I wasn't a big fan of MM or BL books and I knew it won't hurt to do something new so I started my first draft. The final kick in the ass was Goodnovel's contest. I applied and I wasn't really surprised when it passed the review because I worked for this.

Or void beings who never quite give up on their grilled cheese metaphors. This wasn't an ending. It was a beginning. A beginning of infinite possibilities. A beginning of supernatural evolution. A beginning of becoming more – together. And honestly? I wouldn't have it any other way.

This is not an end, but a beginning for a new story. Thank you very much for reading my first work. I, Aldho Alfina, apologize to all readers because the ending was shortened. The author is currently focusing on a novel entitled 'The Ruler of the Dragon God', so that this second novel can be completed perfectly.