The Story So Far In The Beginning Novels & Stories

Who would have thought that our love could surpass all the pains and sufferings of the past? Indeed, what's destined to be, will always be. And this is the beginning of my love story. **************THE END***********

"I can't believe you are still mad about that." I rolled my eyes, "You will see. I'm just getting started." And that's the end of our chaotic love story. And no matter what happens, I would always love My family, the ones I never knew could have my back, the ones I've always loved and the ones I'm slowly beginning to love. I started this story as a lowly omega who dared to reject the king and now I'm ending it as a mother, a wife and the Alpha queen. Life works in different ways but wonderful ways, doesn't it?

But don’t worry the first part with complete with more chapters and then the story will begin will with part two. Comment and thanks again to everyone who has read the story and decided to become my follower. A kiss.

“I’ll start from the beginning then and please believe me I never wanted to hide this from any of you It’s just that I did not know what to say and most importantly I was just scared of being judged. You all are the most important people in my life disappointing you was never something I wanted to do. I wanted you to all be proud of me and I didn’t think by telling you the truth at that time you’d regard me as how you used to before that’s why I decided not to tell you the truth sooner.” I started from the very beginning while reminiscing in the memories. “When we left for school four years ago, we didn’t go directly to Italy we went clubbing in New York. It was just our own way of having fu

But now… “Great! Now that’s done let me explain the rules of the new game. You are going to tell me a story. All you have to do is survive the story. Simple right?” Of course, it was not as simple. Anderson knew very well that anything concerning a demon would not be as simple. What was worse, this particular demon was very different. So, who knew what twisted game of story telling the demon had in mind? Anderson nodded warily at the demon’s enquiry. Whatever was coming he knew very well the odds would be against him as such he had his guard up. It was funny; He was rather feeling like the trapped one.

The Astropheles, our constant companion through every twist and turn of our epic, hummed softly, as if in approval. I took Jeff's hand, felt Lina's small, sure grip in my other. "Set a course," I said to Jeff, my voice steady and sure. The war for stories was over. The work of storytelling had just begun. And we had finally found our place in the narrative—not as the heroes in the climax, but as the keepers of the first, and most important, chapter. The one titled "How." ***

How I'm going to mark her beautiful skin, make her beg, make her come apart in my hands. It's going to be a very good day. Behind us, the Greek islands fade into the distance, and ahead lies nothing but open water and endless possibility. Our story started in darkness—in a club where fantasies came to life and power was currency. It evolved through danger, blood, and betrayals. Through learning to trust when trust seemed impossible. Through surrendering control and accepting it in equal measure. And now, here we are. Not at the end, but at a new beginning. Together. Always together. **THE END**

He began the story. His voice was low and steady, perfectly pitched for drawing little listeners (and tired grown-ups) into sleep. It was an old story—one his own mother had told him, he had once mentioned in passing, in a moment of vulnerability that felt like a lifetime ago—about a little fox who got lost in the woods and found her way home by following the stars.

I said finally. "Most people don't. You can start anywhere. The beginning, the middle, the part that hurts the most. There's no wrong answer." I thought about it. About all the places I could begin. The night I got pregnant. The night I left New York. The night Aiden showed up in Miami. The night Vanessa left the casserole on our porch. The night Charles Whitmore broke into our house. Every beginning led to another beginning, and every ending was just another start.

He said with a smile but atlast Saying this a tear came out from his eyes but he immediately wiped it . " Ohh so where we were I was going to tell you the story hmm ." Saying this he changed the topic but I nodded as I didn't want to see him sad . " So there is nothing interesting in my story , it's just like a normal bollywood movie in which there is a poor boy and a rich dad's princess .He smiled and I smiled back as it was sounding interesting . " So the story starts from a cafe and for it let's go 25 years back ." and with these words the story starts .