Start Again: A Prologue Novels & Stories

I did not mean to dis-center my well-organized brother but this was something unplanned and spontaneous but needed. Raising my head so I could address his first question loudly for the family to also hear, “I had already addressed my reason for moving the date to today but I will say it again for clearance.” clearing my throat I continued “My reason was clear and simple. This is more of a business deal than a wedding which you are benefitting more from than I am. So I see no point wasting time to make preparations of any sort, all we need to do is sign some papers and maybe say some vows and we will be on our–”

This was just the beginning. The End.

I wondered why he was at the hotel entrance this time and if my rebirth somehow caused other changes in this timeline. Before I could ask him anything, I lost consciousness. ... I woke up to the sound of people arguing. As I slowly opened my eyes and looked toward the noise, I saw Hansel raging at my hospital room door, with Ezra and Sebastian blocking his entry like two immovable walls. "Sebastian, who are you to keep me from seeing my wife?" Hansel shouted. "You're nothing! What right do you have to meddle in our business?" Sebastian scoffed and replied, "Have you no shame, Hansel? You stole Amber's ambulance and left her to nearly die from blood loss on the operating table.

(While holding buffalo's tail. He started speaking, " My name is Sunil Kumar, bhains ki Poonch pakad ke... I got up at around 7 in the morning, bhains ki poonch pakad ke... I went to the washroom and got freshened up, bhains ki poonch pakad ke... Then I took bath, bhains ki poonch pakad ke... Then I had breakfast, bhains ki poonch pakad ke..." " Ewww... " We all said in unison.

The night had only begun when the sound of wolves howling aroused under the light of the full moon, the loud howling rose from deep within the forest near the edge of town where the leader lived, the thick trees concealed the other part of human reality of another kind existing with them. Every one of their kind shifted and ran along with their leader to the top of the sacred hill, the hill where the first of their kind was given birth to through a human couple.

Carla continues the chitchat at how proud she is of her employers. "Great. Glad to know that" the woman softly mumbles while intently staring at the convoy already leaving. "I'm starting to love this place" she whispers with a smirk. ****tbc****

He'd come back too. That vow—"I'll only marry him"—was from the last life. We restarted. That promise didn't carry over. Evan grit his teeth. "We grew up together. We went through so much—how can you just let it all go?" Gloria's face twisted. She tugged his sleeve. He didn't even look at her. I frowned, almost amused. "Aren't you about to marry Gloria?" I said. "If you can let go—why can't I?"

There were no more strings, no more cages, and no more secrets. ​"So," I said, closing the book. "What’s the first line of the next 150,000 words?" ​Damian pulled me close, the "Vulture" and the "Bride" vanishing into the shadows of the Scriptorium. "I think we’ll start with: 'They lived.'" ​

Protesters crowding the gates of power that had always pretended to be invisible. He watched it all without blinking. Because this was exactly how it had to begin. Not with a bang. But with a shift in authorship. Eden was the perfect face. The fury. The blood. The rebirth. But even she didn’t know that the roots still belonged to someone else. To him. He leaned forward, whispering to the machine that still remembered the first name it ever took instruction from. “Now listen to me.” And it did. Not because it trusted him.

“It’s already begun.” To be continued in Chapter Eighteen: Part One – “Blood of the Moon, Heir of the Void”