Start Over Book Novels & Stories

It's fine I'm used to enduring humiliation at the hands of my pack. He must have noticed the way my lips tightened, because his tone softened. “This isn’t about you. It’s about building from the ground up. You’ll get it faster than you think if we start from here.” I lowered my gaze from him, pressing my palms against my knees. “Alright, if you say so.” “Here.” He slid one of the thinner books across the table. “Start with this one.”

I try to whisper, but it seems like the room has begun to echo. When I took another glance at the glowing book, it was now pushing me in another direction, and before I knew it, the glow from the book had taken over. When it came to a stop, another glow was shining in front of me. But this time, I couldn't help but open my lips and eyes wide enough. “Let me tell you the story of how it all started, my dearest soul.”

And together, we step out into the evening, ready to face whatever comes next. This is perfect. END OF BOOK ONE ########## Book Two starts immediately after this one. It will be posted in this same book. Thank you for sticking around.

Adam stopped halfway through the page. “…Nah.” He let the book drop slightly in his hand, exhaling through his nose as if he needed a second to reset. His jaw tightened, eyes scanning back over a few lines like he didn’t fully trust what he just read. “This one’s different,” he muttered. He pushed himself off the counter and started pacing slowly behind the bar, the book still open. There was something about this story that didn’t sit the same way as the first.

From the corner of my eyes, she returned to the spot she was seating before, resting her back and her hawk eyes straight back at us. There was no table of content in the book, so the only thing we could do is start right from the beginning and to start flipping one after the other. “Because of you, I’ll tell you to start from the end. It’s faster that way.” Arnold looked up at her, a low growl escaping his throat. I pushed his head down to the book, a small smile on my face as I muttered a thank you to her grim face. We turned the back of the book, each of the chapters explaining a particular light on something. We started flipping one after the other, flipping to the thirtieth page before w

I whispered, smiling warmly at him. "You're right," he nodded, lying beside me. "So, where do I start?" he asked, flipping through the pages. "From the beginning, of course," I blurted out, chuckling. He laughed as well, flipping back to the first page. I moved closer to him, laying my head gently on his shoulder as he started reading the book. The book didn't start as Alexander expected. It was too spicy for the first chapter. "What in the name of God is this?" Alexander gasped, his eyes widening at the book.

he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip. “S-so when do I start?” I stuttered, unable to hold his gaze. He stood up abruptly, breaking the spell, though the tension remained. He walked back to his desk and picked up a heavy, leather-bound book, tossing it onto my lap. "Start with the footnotes in chapter four," he said, his tone returning to its professional coldness, though his eyes remained dark. "I want them cross-referenced by nine o'clock. And Ivy?" I looked up from the book, my hands trembling as I held it.

But then, I felt something in my pocket. I reached in and pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper. It wasn't a silver envelope. It wasn't a corporate report. It was a page from a book. On it, in a messy, handwritten script, were four words: **[START FROM THE BEGINNING.]**

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

My sister disappeared because of my aunt, Renee Dover. She smiled and said, "Our little Candy is so pretty. It'd be a shame not to get her into kids' modeling." Then she took three-year-old Candy away. She claimed the shoot had been too crowded and that Candy had wandered off on her own. My parents searched for over ten years. When they finally found her, Candy was chained up in a house deep in the mountains. She had given birth to seven children, and her mind had broken long ago. She died on the way home. The grief destroyed my parents too. They lost their minds and were killed when a car struck them. Aunt Renee seized their inheritance and gloated, "Your mother should've lent me th