Start Again: A Prologue Novels & Stories

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.

In that instant, Emma finally understood why he had been so confident bringing her here. Drawing her thoughts back to the present, she took a deep breath and glanced one last time at the woman in the mirror. The timid, anxious Emma Payne of the past was gone. In her place stood a woman filled with love. "Ma'am, it's time. The ceremony is about to begin," the makeup artist said, adjusting her veil one last time. Emma nodded and pushed open the dressing room door. As the sunlight spilled across her in the corridor, it felt as though her life itself had turned to a brand-new page.

I never imagined unconditional love and support could feel this safe. Halfway through the reception, Daphne whispered, "Mr. Colleone just went into acute heart failure." Antonio held my hand and waited for my answer. I just shook my head gently and brushed my thumb across the ring that symbolized rebirth. As I looked toward the bright sunlight in the distance, I said calmly, "There are doctors on duty. They'll take care of him." Saving him was a doctor's duty. Not looking back was my choice.

They made sure she couldn't sleep. The gap between this new life and her old one was suffocating her. … A blanket of fog covered the safe zone when the first light of dawn rained on it. My teammates and I were checking our gear before we set off for an abandoned research center ten miles away. Rumors claimed the last ingredient we needed was there. We could use that to make the latest antiviral serum. Just when everything was accounted for and everyone was ready to go, Yvonne came up to us. Behind her was Yves. She dragged her here, obviously.