Built To Move Novels & Stories

Here , in the sunroom. "Wait... He has the board coming here?''. "He has moved the company headquarters to the estates east wing for 'efficiency' ,'' Elena replied. My stomach turned. He had' nt just caged me, he was swallowing my lifes work. I pushed past her , heading for the grand staircase. I needed to see the perimeter. I reached the front doors, massive , imposing doors oof mahogany. I pulled the handles. Nothing. I then looked at the keypad. I t wasnt just a code it was a whole freaking retina scanner. I was truly , legally and physicaly trapped.

They slated for it to be demolished, but the city was dithering on who would destroy it and what would take its place. Malcolm slipped from the bed. Once he was sure Melody hadn’t woken, he went to the sunroom and booted his laptop. This could be a citywide effort by all shifters. Money, time, effort, and resources from all. But they needed to move fast. Construction could take years. They’d need to work with prefab buildings to speed things up. It would show the humans that shifters weren’t monsters, and that they weren’t a drain on them but an asset.

That is what building is for. ---

We are moving at the pace that holds us. Together.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

I said to her in disdain. "You're just pissed that I'm carrying his child and not you." She replied with a smile as she robbed her stomach. I could see through her how nervous she was, she was practically shaking. "You can make all the empty threats you can, but you're not getting anywhere without him or I" she added "You mean doing this alone, like I built this company alone when you were busy selling your cheap self to some cheap men, or when he was busy pursuing a hopeless dream. I think I can manage." I said with a scoffed smile.

His work now properly attributed, moving through clinical trials toward the people it was built for, with his name on every connected document. “Voss Capital,” she said. “Rebuilt from the foundation. Not the same company. The company that is honest about what it was and is building something different from that starting point.” He held her gaze. “Dismantling the parts that could not hold the weight of what it had done and rebuilding from what remained. What remained was sufficient.” “What remains,” she said. He held her gaze and she felt the verb in it. Not the past tense, the residue of a finished thing. The present tense. The ongoing, continuing, still-here quality of something built to la

But we were still here. Building something better.

We were building something new. Together.

An architect knows that you don't fight the wind; you build a shape that moves with it. I shifted the frequency. I let the Board’s wave pass through me, then I folded it back on itself. I turned their own power into a structural support for my cage. The transport didn't explode. It didn't crash. Instead, it began to slow down as if it were flying through thick syrup. The engines roared, the black hull groaning under the impossible pressure, but the air wouldn't let it go. "Grounding in three... two... one..." Julian counted down.