Small Steps Novel Novels & Stories

’’ “Well, Charles. It is nice to meet you.’’ I offer a hand. He seems surprised by this as well and hesitates to shake my hand. He gently places his callous hand in mine. ‘’And please, call me Millie.’’ The car cuts through the afternoon traffic until we come to a stop outside of a building. Charles opens the door and when I step onto the pavement, I stare at the face of the building. I can tell that it is empty from the newspaper that is blocking out wondering eyes and the fact that the outside lacks life as well.

He didn’t push, didn’t demand anything, just left the space open for me to take if I wanted. And for the first time in days, I didn’t feel so alone. I exhaled, my shoulders slumping slightly. “I don’t know where to start.” “We start small,” Luca said simply. “One step at a time.” I hesitated before nodding. “Okay.” Luca smiled then, just a little, and squeezed my hand. “We’ve got this, Janine.”

I stated, “You really need it, I guess you'll have to reheat the only thing you eat in this house… anyway since you're going into the streets, do you mind grabbing me the second volume of a novel?” “What novel?” “New moon, Stephanie Mayer. You can find it at the bookstore just down the street. And please be careful out there.” “Alright Mrs Lyra Moon.” “I dare you to repeat that.” She gritted. “I wouldn't want to see your wrath ma!” I teased more, knowing she hated anything ma. “And that's it!” She sprang up, but before she could catch up with me, I had already taken a run for it. Jogging around the Streets by this time of the night was really beautiful, I could feel the cold airbrushed my fa

One step at a time. Yes. And Chapter 90 of Patrick's POV, 1500 words:

stairs. Because I did not have sufficient control over my legs, they were somewhat of a hindrance to my progress because they prevented me from moving forward. As I progressed up the stairs, I was not only hauling my entire body weight up, but I was also attempting not to get my feet trapped on the stairs. Slowly. After years of using them, I was familiar with their layout and knew that the first set of stairs consisted of nine steps, followed by what would have been two strides to get over the landing and then six more steps to reach the second story. Following one more landing, the last ascent to the third floor consisted of thirteen steps. When my arms finally made it to the first landin

This is fucking unbelievable. With nothing else to do, I start the preparations for hot cocoa, My left shoulder still ached from yesterday’s practice—nothing new, but the lack of sleep isn’t helping. That dream wasn’t helping. I’m just lifting the mug to my lips when the bedroom door creaks open. The sound of footsteps hit my ears, before a tall, muscular guy steps out. His shirt is half-buttoned, jeans low on his hips. He doesn’t say a word to the roommate of the girl he just fucked. Just grabs his jacket and slip out the front door.

Echoing. Haunting. By evening, Tayla needed fresh air. She convinced herself she was overreacting. That fear was controlling her. So she decided to walk to the small bookstore a few blocks away. Noah stayed home with her sister. Just an hour. Nothing more. The streets were crowded. Busy. Safe. Or so she thought. She left the bookstore carrying two novels and a coffee. The sun had already begun setting. Orange light painted the buildings. For a brief moment, everything felt peaceful.

Crossing the hallway. I sat very still. Listening. The footsteps reached the top of the stairs. Paused. Then started descending. Slow. Careful. The first floor. Another pause. Then the footsteps moved toward the study. I didn’t move. The door was cracked open. A wedge of warm light spilled into the hallway beyond. The footsteps stopped just outside. I waited. Counted to five. A shadow fell across the doorframe. Small. Thin. Then her voice. Quiet. Tired.

I felt her steps continue for a while. It was so loud when she hopped and also so loud when it halted. I turned my head slightly to see that she had just fallen behind me. She was going to get her other knees scraped. She saw me approaching and tried hard to get up before I got to her. What was her problem? "Determined huh?" She looked up as if seeing me for the first time. "Gosh you are so big, "she muttered, biting her lips. A blush had crept up to her cheeks and I looked down at her as I would a stubborn child.

“Step by step, we protected them, guided them, and ensured that this story didn’t end in tragedy. That’s all we could do.” Evening fell, and the insider walked through quiet streets, the city alive with ordinary rhythm. Step by step, they noticed details missed in the past weeks: laughter spilling from cafes, neon signs flickering gently, the distant honk of traffic. Life had resumed its pulse, indifferent, but welcoming.