Starting Of Novel Novels & Stories

--- --- And as they sat there— --- In the quiet of a moment that didn’t need to prove itself— --- Elena realized something. --- --- This wasn’t the middle of something uncertain. --- --- This wasn’t something fragile. --- --- This was the beginning. --- --- Not loud. --- --- Not dramatic. --- --- But intentional. --- --- And sometimes— --- That’s exactly how the best stories start. --- --- Not with chaos. --- --- Not with intensity. --- --- But with two people— --- --- Choosing each other. --- --- Gently. --- --- Consistently. --- ---

The chains of the past had been broken, and for the first time, my future was my own. --- A New Beginning The morning sunlight filtered through my curtains, casting a warm glow over my room. It felt surreal to wake up without the weight of secrets and lies pressing down on me. “Lila!” Sophie’s voice called from the hallway, accompanied by the sound of her footsteps. She burst into my room, her energy infectious. “Come on! We’re going out for brunch, and you’re not bailing this time.” I groaned, but her enthusiasm was hard to resist. “Alright, alright. Give me ten minutes.”

Novel's POV I never thought there would be a day where I would finally know the truth about myself. When I changed my name from Novel Rossi to Novel Hart, I never talked about my parents because I had no memory of them. I even thought they had abandoned me. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness knowing I once had a twin.

That is why I always write at night because I have a different job in the morning. In the morning, I work for a start-up called "Noah". They produce a bracelet for pets that sets GPS to detect their locations. I am dating the CEO of this company. We have decided to get married next month. So, it is hard for me to resign because of writing my novel and leaving him alone to expand his business. I still want to be beside him to protect his dream.

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

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

If Phoenix didn’t publish anything new in for a long time, people would think she might have deserted. I took out another big and heavy computer, which could run fast. I typed in the password and entered the desktop. There were few icons on the desktop, but two folders. One was for my electronic design manuscripts while the other was for my novel documents. I build a new document and begin typing. The document was named, “The Rule of Nine of Pillers.” After typing three words, I was immersed in thought. I had the idea of the story, but I just didn’t know how to start it when I was about to write.

Starting this book wasn't part of the plan. That day, my goal was to scroll through P*******t to find a cover for "GOOD SIN" since I wasn't able to afford a designer. But then, I saw a rainbow poem. And it was just... too emotional. I've always been neutral but the idea just came that day. I wasn't a big fan of MM or BL books and I knew it won't hurt to do something new so I started my first draft. The final kick in the ass was Goodnovel's contest. I applied and I wasn't really surprised when it passed the review because I worked for this.

I came with no luggage. “Princess where is your luggage?” he asked. “Uhm….” I started scratching my head nervously, that have always been one of my habits. Where do I begin to tell the truth? Will he judge me like I thought they would four years ago? I don’t know the answer to any of these questions, but I know today they will know the truth.

She opened the first copy, not to the first page, but to the dedication. For L and L, who showed me how to build a den. For everyone still looking for their log. And for the horizon, because it was always there. She closed the book and looked out the window at the grey, waking sea. The light was beginning to shift, the first pale gold of dawn touching the clouds. A new day. A new chapter. A whole life of them stretching ahead. She picked up her pen and began to write. Not about the past. Not about the pain. About a little girl and her grandfather, building a boat from driftwood and dreams. A new story. A new fox. A new den, waiting to be filled.