The Begining Of Us Novels & Stories

Nick said. "Wait, tomorrow? When you said this month, I thought you meant next week, or even next month." "The next nine months or so you will be giving birth. I think it is a good idea to start our house now instead of waiting. Our place now isn’t big enough for a baby and all the things she will need." "She? You just said she." "Yes, my little princess." "I think you mean our princess." I groaned after feeling a sharp pain in my side. I had to hold on to Nick to not fall over.

Everyone knows the first blow struck against the United States in World War Two was at Pearl Harbor on December 7th 1941. What few recall, is that it was NOT the surprise airstrike that began its attack at 7:48 a.m. While the aerial assault had already been launched when the casus belli occurred, there was a theatrical trailer before the feature presentation.

This was just the beginning. The End.

This wasn't the end. This was the beginning. And we were all running out of time.

We witnessed it all. We observed Dad and Mom create everything, galaxy after galaxy. Star after star, world afterworld the countless Veils and the young gods and goddesses who inhabited them. We watched as they all created life only creatures your imagination can make or hasn’t had the opportunity to make up yet. Your species would call them aliens, they came in all different shapes and sizes some with large heads and some that looked similar to us but off. Does that make sense? Does anything of what I said make any sense to you? Kinda a lot for you to take in, the human brain can only take so much in. I’ll stop there and give you a minute to absorb that before I go on.

“You’re mine now. This is just the beginning.” I smiled against his chest, completely owned and satisfied. “I can’t wait for next time.”

This was it. The beginning of an uncertain fight.

Maybe this wasn’t the beginning of peace. But it was the beginning of acceptance.

Oh, oh now is the perfect time to tell them " I want for us to have sex, I want for you guys to take my Virginity

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.