The Bad Beginning Book Novels & Stories

For some reason, it felt like I had seen her face before but couldn’t recall from where. “I am from America. I came here thinking that I got a job but that wasn’t true. I’ve lost everything, and I am homeless. Please help me...I need a job.” I felt like an idiot for telling a stranger my business. I instantly felt so stupid and wanted to swallow what I had just told her. What if she worked for Smash? What if she was also dangerous? These questions were racing all over my mind, but telling her my problem felt like I was doing the right thing. I had to get a job for me to survive, and I felt like she was the only person who was going to help me.

Was it only me or the time slowed down? I went through my bag again to check whether I had something else I could do to pass the time. I smiled when I saw the book Shelly gifted me on my birthday, Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid. I opened it from where I had stopped reading last night and continued reading when the book was snatched from my hands. I bit my lip to stop myself from shouting at Jake when he smirked at me while pointed at Mr. Jameson who chose that exact moment to glance up at us.

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 113

Hahaha. This is not just the end. It’s the beginning of Book Two. A morally gray story about two unexpected side characters. Guess…

This was just the beginning. --- End of Chapter 3

Amelia screamed. “Keep reading,” Nate said. She flipped the page. It had all the stuff he loved about her, including the things she did to annoy him. She flipped to the second page. Which said how much he liked her butt. “Very funny,” Amelia said. Nate smirked at her reaction. She kept flipping the pages. The book was full of things that made her laugh. She finally reached the final page of the book and paused. Her heart started to hammer against her chest. She felt like her whole world was spinning.

More, and more. End of Book 1

The group chat with Marcus and Tyler was still active from earlier. Marcus: Update on the scholarship girl? You’ve been quiet lately. Tyler: Bet’s almost up, man. Santorini or what? I stared at the messages until the screen went dark. The bet. God, the bet. I closed my eyes and let the memory crash over me like cold water, the full, ugly truth of how it all began. It was the night after Emily first stood up to me in the hallway.

This was just their beginning. End of Volume 3: Just Casual

“That’s all I want.” The next morning, Grace presented Cassie with a bound book, handmade, messy, magical. Inside were ten beginnings. Each story ended with the same phrase: “And she didn’t know how the story would end, but she wasn’t afraid anymore.” Cassie held the book to her chest. “You’ve written the truest thing I’ve ever read,” she said. Grace beamed. Later, while Damon was watering the garden and Cassie watched the girls chase the breeze, she whispered a simple prayer into the wind: