The Begining Of Us Novels & Stories

When we arrive there, we immediately attract attention. As much as we are celebrating all of us approaching a new year, tonight is also a big night for both Roman and Nick, a father will officially introduce his son to the world. It's a chance for Roman to meet important people as he will venture into business. When Roman first brought this up, this being a time when we were discussing our future and stuff, I asked him if he was sure about this, if this is what he was truly sure to pursue and when he said yes, with certainty in his eyes, I knew that I would support him.

It was our beginning. And I was finally home.

My life had only just begun. —The End

"We were already dead, as long as these evil invaders can completely disappear from the United States, we can die again!" Camden's eyes turned red: "Branden, I... I don't want you to die." "Do you remember what was the first word I taught you to write?" "It's a person," Camden wiped his face. That voice carried a loving smile and said, "Back in the United States over a hundred years ago, it was a rough time. Anyone could come and step on us, especially the Mexicans. They killed us, insulted us, and even claimed to be helping us."

And a new beginning had just begun. ---

This is the real beginning. And this time, we’re writing our story from peace, not pain.

He said, "No matter when it happened, It happened and I will take care of Us baby. You, Me, and our unborn baby. I am ready to take on whatever life throws Us, my love." He kissed me and I smiled and said It's Us against the world, my love. Book 2 is Titled Forever Us

He caught me looking, just for a second, and we froze. Awkward. We both looked away at the exact same time. No words. No smiles. Just that brief, shared acknowledgment that we were here, that this was happening, that whatever we’d been to each other existed now only in echoes. The papers were handed out. “You may begin.” And just like that, the world narrowed to ink and questions. I dove in. The first page was easy, definitions, short explanations, things I could answer in my sleep. My pen moved smoothly, confidently, like muscle memory had taken over. The noise of the hall faded into a distant hum. This was my space. My element.

And that… That was the moment everything truly began to change. ---

The first thing I notice when I woke up was the silence. No alarm. No practice notification. No stupid group chat blowing up with plays and stats. Just my room, pale morning light coming through the gaps in my blinds, and the kind of quiet that only happens when the world decides to leave me alone for once. I checked my phone and it was 7:47 AM. Then a text lights up the screen. Mason: get ready. I'm stealing u for the day Mason: wear something u can actually move in