Start Again: A Prologue Novels & Stories

Together, we could survive this. Jax reached for me, and I took his hand, letting the warmth ground me as the digital and real worlds swirled around us. The screen blinked once more, and then a single word appeared, simple, almost intimate: “Begin.” I smiled, my fingers tightening around Jax’s. “Then let’s begin.” And with that, we stepped into the unknown—ready to chase the signal, ready to confront whatever waited at the heart of the network, and ready to rewrite our future together.

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…

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."

“I figured as much.” Looking at Astarte, “cousin I did what I promised and Amon has paid his debt?” “Yes, his debts are paid. Please free my child now.” I nodded my head and smiled at her. I raised my arms high in the air and absorbed the dragon fire. Astarte tried walking to her son but was stopped short. Looking at me confused, her calm mask fell and tears streaked down her cheeks. His a snap of my fingers flame shot up towards The Veil. The cry that tore from her throat was heartbreaking. When the flames died down and the smoke blew away revealed a man. He was tall his broad shoulders, fair skin like his mothers and the same piercing blue eyes. On his back were a set of pure white wings t

“At the time, I was too cold and too full of myself. Now, I realize you’re the one who’s truly worth cherishing.” I looked at him coldly, saying nothing. He sighed, seeming a little lost, and continued, “I’ve taken care of everything from the past. Claire isn’t a problem anymore. I hope… you’ll give me a chance to start over.” I raised an eyebrow slightly, my tone indifferent as I asked, “Start over?” “Yes.” He nodded eagerly.

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.

Jake backed off but did not quit. He loitered outside the school daily, begging for forgiveness every time he saw me. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please, give me another chance," he repented. I ignored him, sick of his face and words. Unable to move me, he went online and started a livestream.

Chapman, but they weren't sure. Gavin stood up immediately. He quickly paid the bill, left the restaurant, and rushed to the address. From that moment on, his life was a blur of travel. He searched tirelessly, hoping to find that fleeting silhouette—the one that would never return. Ten years later, in Sparrowville. At the ceremony for a new product launch, Gavin stood at the far end of the crowd. In the center, a young boy, no older than twenty, stood confidently. Ten years ago, Gavin had identified a bright young man from a subsidiary of Hartley family and began mentoring him.

“I don’t know. Not yet. But I'll find out.” His thumb brushed under my eye as if he could wipe away the pain of what I’d just lived through. Then Sable’s voice returned, steadier than before. Strong. Unmistakable. “She was the first. You are the last. The circle begins again.” I shivered. Because deep down, I knew - this wasn’t just the beginning of something new. It was the return of something old. Something the world had tried to erase. And failed.

Then, he turned to me and bowed, saying, "If you can forgive me, Ms. Sterling, I'm willing to work for you again! Please give me a chance!" Everyone in the hall started muttering among themselves. It turned out I wasn't some new upstart in the industry after all. I had plenty of experience. The reporters came to the launch out of courtesy to Stellar Group. They weren't keen on my new project. Some news companies even didn't bother dispatching a cameraman to the press conference. But now, thanks to what Zachary and the others did, the reporters would probably fight to be the first to report on this—not just the insider information they received about the industry but also the gossip involving