The Start Of Us Novels & Stories

I honestly couldn't wait for the first term holidays to begin. "Jefferson!" Mom's call startled me and I crashed my virtual car into a mutant cactus. "Shit." I hissed, "Coming Mom!" I turned off the home theater,not bothering to take out the disk. I would continue when I got back. I stepped out of my room and walked to the living room. Mom was at the door talking to someone.

I landed in the coastal city, my heart light. First, I got a new SIM card and contacted my partner. Then, I blocked every single person on social media who had ties with Lauren. They sent me videos of Lauren crying at the airport. I did not watch a single one. They were blocked, their numbers were deleted, and my phone was clean. Good, no more disgusting stuff to go through. I got busy working on a new company and moving the main projects here. I was so occupied, women were the last thing on my mind. God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them.

This was just the beginning. The End.

It had just started. ---

The local doctors didn't even know if he'd ever be able to throw again. My phone buzzed in my hand, the screen lighting up my face in the dim morning light A full ride, a ticket to my dreams,but looking down at Noah's pale face, remembering how he was always there for me , everytime something happened to me … Noah was always there. How was I supposed to just pack up and leave him like this? The clock on the wall caught my eye , it was 7:14 in the morning ,and just like that, our quiet little bubble popped. Noah’s fingers finally loosened around my wrist as he started to wake up, his eyes blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights.

Hell, it was undoubtedly the start of something. THE END.

"Ced, Don just got back. He's still adjusting to the time zone. I've known him since we were kids, so I'll stay in the master bedroom tonight and talk business with him. You can sleep in the guest room." Donovan shot me a look of pure challenge, then swaggered after her into my bedroom as if it had always been his. At the same moment, my phone vibrated. The screen lit with a text alert from an overseas bank. [Your account ending in 8888 received USD 20,000,000.00 at 20:30 today.] My senior's 20,000,000 dollars had arrived. I opened the online contract and signed it on the spot.

But sitting beside Tessa, with one hand resting over her and the other over the future growing inside her, he finally understood. That happiness had not been an ending. It had simply become a new beginning. And nine months later. They were blessed with two boys. The End.

“Two cones, please. Celebration special.” The cashier blinked. “Celebration special?” He leaned an elbow against the counter, lowering his voice like it was a secret. “She passed midterms. I survived midterms. That’s historic. You should probably put our faces on the wall.” The cashier laughed nervously, but started scooping anyway. I stood there, unsure what to do, my fingers twisting together. The memory of Damian pressed at me like a bruise, but then Taylor turned, holding out a cone with two generous scoops balanced precariously on top.

It was the beginning. THE END