Starting A Novels & Stories

Kayson told him, “I would like to start a new company.” Easton replied without thinking, “Small issue. You can count on me for this!”. It took half a minute before he registered what happened, and he stared at Kayson in disbelief. “Kayson, did you say you want to start a company? Are you okay? Do you have a fever?” “I’m serious about it,” replied Kayson. Reva voiced out softly, “Kayson, you do know that starting up a company is not something easily done, right? You would need to know what you want to work on specifically and also have a significant amount of financial funding…”

##Chapter 14: Cassidy Book One: Stay It's not quite seven in the morning as I run through the sleeping streets of the small-town Western University calls home. The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, washing everything in a soft pink glow. The air is crisp, the leaves overhead vibrant in their orange, red, and yellow colors.

When it had become its own thing, making its own decisions, building its own structure in the world while you were somewhere else doing something else entirely. I thought about what Marcus had said months ago: you started something. At the time it had felt like comfort, the kind of thing a friend said when you needed to believe the cost was worth it. Now I understood it differently. It was not comfort. It was a description of a mechanism. Starting things was different from doing things. Doing things ended when you stopped doing them. Starting things did not. Starting things created motion that continued outside you, beyond you, after you, and the only way to truly start something was to acce

"Your loss will depend on your outdated business. Aren't you aware that the production of vehicles is marketable in our neighboring cities? You'll be the founder in our town once you start it first! Oh, don’t forget to make me your engineer!" I stared at the engine of the cart, recounting how excited I was in my field the first time I drove this cart "... That's not a bad idea," I commented. "So how do I start it?" He demonstrates the navigation to start the ending and the cart sprints to the outside of the shop's garage whilst he's shouting. "Aaah!!"

I still couldn’t accept this reality. "Aurora, think of it as laying the foundation for something greater. Yes, we're new to this, but every great journey begins with a single step. Building a business requires patience and perseverance. We're not merely fetching water; we're digging a well, and that takes time," he explained, his words imbued with wisdom and patience.

My day kicks off at six thirty in the morning, a silent symphony beginning as I rise from my bed. Adriano was already in the shower. Careful enough, not to disturb anyone I commenced my routine. The first rays of sunlight filter through the curtains as I pushed them aside, letting the light enter our bedroom. Stepping into the kitchen, my haven for the next few hours, I embark on the first task of the day – preparing a breakfast for my family, and also packing lunch for Adriano, that he will be taking to office.

I give her hand a squeeze. “Everything will be okay.” “What if it’s not?” she whispers. When we decided to go ahead with this, I thought starting would be the hardest. But it’s not true. Starting a business is super easy compared to maintaining it. Less than seven months as an official business and it looks like we are about to crash. I press the heels of my palms to the back of my eyes to stop the tears. Mace can sense if his mother is not okay and I can’t let that happen.

And now his anger was even more intense after hearing what Leopold had told Aunt Mary. Aunt Mary nodded slowly. “You're the CEO of a start-up company?” she asked with an appraising attitude toward Leopold. I growled, but Leopold's grip on my hand prevented me from replying to Aunt Mary's accusation. “The technology company I'm running now has only been running for two years. It's just a small part of the business I have,” Leopold replied calmly. His thin, professional-looking smile amazed me. He was so good at reading situations and placing himself in various events.

A companion I hadn't asked for. "What do I do?" I asked. The question was barely a whisper. Festus was quiet for a long moment. Then I heard him move, felt his hand on my shoulder, warm and solid. "You start over," he said. "One day at a time. You eat something. You take a shower. You go back to work. You stop waiting for him to come back and you start living for yourself." "I don't know how to do that." "Then you learn."

Mars's cheeks turn pink blushing and stealing a glance at Zenia. "Let us start it in a new way." Marcus screams waving his hands in the air." yes, the brother said it right." we should refresh our start. Marcus kneels down in front of Olivia, grab her hand and bow. "I Prince Marcus Smith with all my heart apologise to Princess Olivia Cox. " Would you like to start a new journey with me?" Marcus asked looking into her eyes in hope Olivia covered her face with her other hand and a tear of happiness rolled down her cheeks, Zenia who is sitting next to her gave her a side hug."Go on sis"..she whispered in her ears...