Start Again: A Prologue 소설 & 이야기

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

God, she's already left him. He felt like lifting his fingers to the sky and cursing whatever fate had done to him, but the pain was too deep. He crouched on the sidewalk and howled like a wild animal like that would relieve even part of the pain that swelled in his chest and mind, but he knew it wouldn't. The only stop I'll look for where I'll always find is Layla

Timmy’s invisible double was about to return to his chair, when my invisible double held him back and asked him how the prosper procedure was carried out by an initiate’s invisible double. My invisible double was simply curious to hear it from another invisible double, even though he knew about the book which was ‘absorbed’ into my chest. He smiled and whispered to me that before any prosper was carried out, the initiate must be stable and motionless, while the invisible double goes for the kill…My invisible double soon stopped him the moment the horns on the watery altar began to spark. Soon after the meeting began, there were ‘announcements’ relating to some initiates who had kicked the bu

Fi started to say. "Life is too short to have regrets, Fi. And beginning tonight, I'm going to start treating men the way they treat me, beginning with Rhys feeling what it feels like to be disposed of. This is a lesson I had to learn. From now on, if a man wants my time, he will have to earn it." She put the lid on her lipstick and walked out of the bathroom and back into the bar.

His eyes remained sharp and cold. "Do you need something from me?" Kevin stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to go down to the lobby. Blake stood behind him, watching his back, and said, "Who said I'm looking for you?" Kevin responded, "The recent StartReading's project involves the production of a television series titled 'Murders in the Night.' The author and I live in the same apartment building—he's on the eighth floor, and I'm on the sixteenth. Are you telling me that you accidentally pressed the wrong floor button?"

I tried to look over it, to read it for myself, but Death only pulled the scroll closer to himself, as he rolled it back up. "A kingdom known as Remmadon Kingdom. You wouldn't happen to know what all of this about, now would you?" he asked, and my face paled. "He's starting?" I whispered, getting up from my seat. Death must understand what I'm hinting at, because he snaps his fingers, and copies of himself surround us in a circle. He speaks in a strange language, nothing I've ever heard before, and his copies nod, disappearing into bits. "I have to go." I tell Death, and I get up, running away from there.

waited. There was some slight irritation where the laser was hitting him but other than that, nothing. Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared. He felt like there was something new inside his head. The robotic voice came again and gave further instructions. "Please close your eyes and concentrate. Imagine a safe place, any place, you are standing inside it. No one else can get in here, this is your personal palace..." Somehow Sheng Chen could feel himself falling asleep. The robotic voice sounded a bit hypnotic and Sheng Chen couldn't help but follow its directions. He did as told but after several minutes nothing happened. He kept trying over and over again and finally after a full hour h

Xander leaned in over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck as we read the words that had been salvaged from the wreckage of Volume Nine: The world did not begin with a number, though the kings believed it did. It began with an agreement between two people who were tired of the dark. They built a fire in a valley that had no name, and they agreed that the only thing worth keeping was the space between their hands. Beneath the text, there were no signatures. No thumbprints. No gold seals. There was only a small sketch of a willow leaf, its veins gnarled and uneven, looking exactly like the scars on Xander’s chest.

He kept flipping through the pages until he reached the last page, which I had written last night. [To the person reading this diary, [If it's you, Barry, I'm sorry. Forcing you to come to your senses in this way might be frightening, but I had no other choice. [If it's you, Calvin, I love you, and that has never changed. But I don't know who you love. [If it's Susan, congratulations. You've won, but the game isn't over yet. [If I'm already dead... The show enters its second act.]

"These past weeks, I've contacted Lux Corporation, Harmonia Group, and other major corporations. With all eight corporations working together, we've taken over every share of the Coleman Group's market. Yesterday, the court froze all of Wesley's assets." His eyes, caught in the rearview mirror, were dark as ink. "He has nothing left now." Only then did Emma seem to come back to herself. She looked at him and asked softly, "What about your injury? How is it?" He had held her so tightly just now. Had it strained his wound? Zachary smiled, warmth flickering in his gaze. "I've recovered long ago. But you…" He paused briefly. "Emma, from now on, try to believe in me. I'll always find a way to kee