Starts With Us Book Novels & Stories

“Miss Griffin, that’s a lot of calls. Do you want me to wait while you reply to them?” “No need. They’re nothing important,” I replied casually, my tone indifferent. Once we were on the road, he asked, “Miss Griffin, is this your first time here? Do you want to go anywhere before work starts? You don’t officially begin until the day after tomorrow. I can show you around.” “Yes, this is my first time here,” I said as I gazed out the window at the passing scenery. Suddenly, my phone rang again, the sharp sound filling the quiet car.

He went back downstairs to assist Nana in the kitchen. He walked to the sink, and grabbed a sponge and some soap and picking a dirty pan in the sink he rubbed the sponge against it. Nana watched him as he worked. She placed breakfast on the table and arranged dishes and cutlery. “The girl you came with, what’s her name?” Nana asked “Vanessa.” “Who is she?” “She’s soon to be the Queen of Trivia.” “How did you guys meet?” Xavier help but remember Lord Fletcher, he frowned.

’’ When I gave a frantic shake of my head, he smiled even wider as if he intended to tease me even more. ‘‘Or perhaps we should pick one about your father…’’ he raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. ‘‘I’m sure it’s somewhere inside the shelf, too…’’ ‘‘Alex, don’t you dare!’’ But he already looked through the books once more, and I heaved a heavy sigh when I saw a book entitled William Maxwell: Zero to One. Wow! From the title itself, I could tell that dad started from zero when he built his business.

From the first day I met her, I could tell how powerful she is but with the situation of things, it would be best if she kept all her ambitions whatsoever a secret because the littlest things could be described as treason and betrayal. I spent the rest of the day in the library, Maggie showed me some of the erotic novels she fancied and before the end of the day, she had gathered a long list of books she would love for me to read. Browsing through the library shelves, I found a book titled, "It Ends With Us" by Colleen Hoover. I liked the book immediately I read the first five pages. I added it to my collection and returned to my room with the books. Maggie said she needed some sleep so afte

The Deja Vu hit me when I flew down them before. Shamefully, I could even remember the room. As I got to the door, I sighed, breathing in and out while clutching the hand of my bag. The door jacked open as I was about to knock and I looked at him with the most emotionless look I could pull off but he smiled back as he walked in. I followed him in and with the way he was smiling, it seemed that he liked the way I was bothered. "Make yourself at home. Bring out your books, let's start."

Fin opened the conference hall door for Marcus. "Master, Mr. Wright is here," Fin informed. Marcus put the phone down on the table and take his seat, "Be seated Mr. Wright," Marcus ruthlessly said without even looking at Tyrant who stood in respect to bow him, meeting started... In Smith's Mansion, Olivia peacefully had her breakfast, Charity fed her spoon by spoon and Alice kept smiling looking at her, "Would you like to have something to eat Alice?" Olivia asked.

Evelyn had been about to go to bed after freshening up. Just as she finished drying her hair, someone knocked on her door. She froze for a moment, then instinctively opened it. Standing at the door, Sophie pressed her lips tightly together, her usually relaxed expression uncharacteristically serious. "Evelyn, you're trending on the domestic hot search." As she spoke, she handed her phone to Evelyn. On the screen, several trending topics had Matteo's name in them. One of them stood out.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

“No, I’ll stay here.” His eyes flutter shut as he heard the words he wants from her to say. Mis stands up and heads for his room to get him a new shirt and some blankets. Unlike the rest of the apartment, a bit of glimpse of his personality is strewn all over the room: a guitar is propped up beside his bed; classical books littered his bedside table, and there are pictures taped above it. She walks closer, curious who he was within the pictures when she bumps into the pile of books, causing all of it to fall on the ground. Mia hopes the ruckus didn't wake up Roman as she hastily picks the hardbacks when a polaroid slips off between the pages.

“I’ve noticed. He kind of likes to annoy you.” “Oh, it’s his life mission.” Mrs. Fisher cleared her throat from the front. “Alright, who can tell me the first step?” Dead silence. I looked at my desk. Eye contact meant certain death and I wasn't prepared for that. Ella leaned closer, whispering, “I don’t get why letters get to hang out with numbers. It just feels wrong.” I smirked. “They call it algebra. I call it identity theft.” Her laugh escaped before she could stop it, and Mrs. Fisher’s gaze snapped to us. “Is something funny?”