Create A Novels & Stories

Maybe, it just my eyesight that i keep on seeing things that are un-believable. //Any comments and suggestion is appreciated. Thank you and bless you! 💕

Mia laughed and indicated her cubical. "How about we just start with your valuation and see where the day takes us?" Gio nodded and held her office chair for her as she seated herself and pulled out a notepad. "So tell me about this app I'm supposed to give you a Valuation on." Gio shrugged. "It's called Clicktalk, and I created it about nine months ago." Mia's eyes got big. "Wait a minute, are you talking about the Clicktalk social media platform that's taking over the internet?" She grabbed her phone and opened her Clicktalk account. "This Clicktalk?"

The eldest brother Iric walked into the kitchen, sat on the bed, holded the waving bamboo fan, asked Daisy: “What are you cooking?” "Fried fish with tomato sauce.” In fact, it is the molded tofu as big as the hand, using a knife to create a checkered shape on both its sides, pretending to be a fish." Daisy pulled firewood to reduce the fire. Make sure that during the time when she goes to turn on an electric fan for her eldest brother, the slice of tofu is still as beautiful as when she is there. Daisy goes out the hallway, carries the old electric fan into the kitchen, turns it on the lowest number, and points to where Iric is sitting. Daisy asks: “Are you co

As long as I could see the target, the analysis would work. Therefore, even words or texts, as well as drawings, could be analyzed. In spite of my frequent use, it still does not show any signs of levelling up even after all this time. [Creation Cube- Insentient substance capable of creating creatures of the User's choice. The rank of the monster created cannot be the same or higher than the creators. Can be placed anywhere to create a spawning core] [Configuration skill is required to access the cube] Quite interesting, I must say.

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Creation declared confidnetly “It's hurting my eyes,” Darkness complained as he was squinting just to glare at creation. Darkness finguring if a idiot like light could create that abomination he could probably create something to help him deal with this anoyance and focused as hard as he could to create something that would block the illumination from Creation's sun out making a big spherical mass apear between him and the sun that had covered him just enough to not be bothered by the sun anymore. “See I can do this as well” Darkness jeered.

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

I thought back to my own parents, and my supposition that my father was actually a werewolf. Allyssa nodded. “When the moon goddess creates each werewolf, she actually creates two. One soul is split in half, and scattered across time and space. In my personal opinion, it was her secret trick to help keep all of us across the globe connected and create alliances.” She pulled into the parking lot of a cafe and put her land boat in park. “Does Oliver have a mate?” I covered my mouth again, not sure where the words came from, and hoping to keep from putting my foot in my mouth any more.

Sent back… The words bounced around inside my head for a few moments, unable to find a place to settle. The AI brother who had walked into my home when I was 14—stealing my bedroom, my place in the family, and everything that was mine—had just been sent back. Like a defective piece of merchandise, he was packed into a box, slapped with a return label, and shipped right back to the factory. Sapphire walked over to my bedside. Her steps were heavy, as if her legs were weighted with lead. She stood there for a moment, then suddenly collapsed into a crouch, burying her face in her hands.

In his hands were two roasted deer legs that had gone stone cold and a cup of goat milk that had lost all its steam. "Ivy, the line at that specialty restaurant was too long, so I just bought something from a roadside stall. Eat it while it's... well, try to eat." Roadside stall. Cold goat milk. So this was his "deep affection." I didn't touch the breakfast. I just watched as he took out his phone, snapped a photo of the dry, unappetizing deer legs, and posted it to the Werewolf Social Network. [Ran across half the territory just to buy Luna breakfast. It was hard work, but as long as she likes it, it's worth it.]