Starts With Us Book Novels & Stories

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.]**

she read aloud. It's a book written by Collen hover and Ria has always been a fan of Collen hover. She had read almost all her books and this particular one she planned on getting after reading "It starts with us" but she wasn't able to do so because her trip to New York happened. Ria was extremely excited. She would find a way to ask her boss for it. Maybe he might borrow her. Placing the book on her chest, Ria closed her eyes in smile.

As long as he held his last breath and was able to speak, that was enough. She even pondered how to torture him to make him spill every secret about Vanessa. But to her surprise, Zirion offered no resistance. Before she could even bring out her instruments, he confessed everything he knew. According to Vanessa, the world they lived in was actually a world in a fantasy storybook. Vanessa was someone from another world, so she knew everything that would happen in this one. Because of that, Selene had assumed she had some kind of "foresight" ability.

I couldn’t help smiling. I picked up Lang Leav’s The Universe of Us. As I flipped through the pages, the faint scent of paper and vanilla drifted out — that strangely nostalgic smell of ink and time. I finally understood why book lovers found comfort in it. Then my fingers stopped on a page — page fifteen. “‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and me?’” I read aloud before realizing how it sounded. Sydney froze mid-reach, her back still bent toward the lower shelf. After a moment, she stood upright, turning toward me with a knowing grin.

But anxiety, curiosity, and a searing need to know drove me there. The first two drawers of the cabinet were filled with ledgers and old financial records. I was ready to quit when I saw a black notebook behind a stack of files. It had an old leather cover, curled edges, and a cracked spine as if it had been held tightly too many times. I opened it. The handwriting was unmistakably Elias's. It started out looking like a logbook. There were coordinates, and shipment manifests. But halfway in, the entries… changed. It became personal. Some names were crossed out and there were abstract references to fires as well as a handwritten note in the margin that read:

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

Michael sat down and had me straddle him. He brought my head to the small of his neck. My fangs elongated, I bite his neck you could hear the slight popping sound fangs made as they broke through the skin on Michaels’ neck. I could feel Michael’s member start to grow. I sucked hard on his neck. His blood slide down my throat. I couldn't help but moan. Damn, he tasted so good. I started to move my hips grinding against Michael's member. Spice and lemon evaded my senses, I loved the smell of him. He drove me mad with need. I moaned again he felt so good I needed Michael inside of me now. The growling and snarling coming not even five feet away from us broke the moment Michael and I were having

I said. " Yes, please. " Lara said. " Great !!! Even today we can have a serving of desserts. I am sure Mrs Gomez must have prepared something nice. " Robert said and they smiled and nodded. They read a book while we went to the dining table which was very long. But only one end was beautifully laid. He pulled a chair for me and after I seated, he took his seat in front of me. Mrs Gomez served different types of delicious-looking starters.

How could they endure? "Star, it's your turn," Larissa said softly, pinching my bicep to get my attention. I snapped out of my train of unnecessary thought and blinked a few times, a little confused. "Pick from the box," I looked up and saw Savia standing and waiting impatiently for me to pick. "Sorry," I murmured, dipping my hand into the box. I pulled out a piece of paper and opened it. “Jeremiah” was written boldly on it. I almost scowled. Ever since my fight with my brother, I started to detest the letter 'J'. Yes, I know it's stupid but I couldn't control my rage and hatred.

Several Weeks Later Jasper slowly eased his body onto its side. Mimicking sleep, he intently listened to the conversation between a young woman named, Cora, and the old nurse he’d heard called both Bess and Smithfield. He’d assumed that her true name was Elizabeth Smithfield with Bess being the nick name for Elizabeth, but names were funny things. He’d noticed the increasing pattern of nick names or abbreviated names being given to children at birth by parents wanting to be different. Therefore, he could have been incorrect on that assumption.