Custom Quirks Novels & Stories

"Can you fix it?" Julian looked at the golden gears. "The calculations are perfect, but the execution was flawed. The original maker was too focused on the beauty of the celestial bodies and didn't account for the friction of the reality. It’s stuck in a perpetual state of 'almost.'" "Sounds like someone I know," Maya remarked softly. Julian’s gaze snapped to hers. The sleepiness was fading, replaced by that familiar, guarded intensity. "Is that what you think? That I’m stuck?"

How ridiculous was it that I had to ask my own wife to choose between her brother-in-law and me, her lawfully wedded husband? And yet, it was precisely this kind of absurd and pitiful question that made Cindy's expression darken like a gathering storm. The tenderness in her eyes just moments ago had already turned into displeasure and resentment. "Save your petty schemes. If I find out you've done anything, you'll be sorry!" she warned, her gaze sharp and menacing. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly to force back the tears threatening to burst forth. Sorrow and indignation twisted together in my chest, sticking in my throat like a barb.

Just clocked out. My bestie, Chloe, texted. Begging me to go wild with her at a bar. I collapsed onto my bed. Exhausted. “No way. My legs are jelly. I can’t tonight.” I splashed some water on my face and stared at my reflection. Pale. Drained. Suddenly, I knew I needed a release. Anything to forget my inhuman, tyrant werewolf boss. I grabbed my phone again, ready to text Chloe. I wanted to type: “My whole body aches. No energy for the bar. I desperately need a rough, deep-tissue massage session tonight.” But my brain was fried. I just typed: “Just need a rough, deep session tonight.” Five minutes later, my screen lit up. But it wasn't a message from Chloe. It was from my cold, untouchable A

The biting night wind dried the moisture in the corners of my eyes. Just then, the phone in my pocket vibrated. It was an unknown number. "Hello, is this Ms. Aurora?" The voice on the other end was formal, male, and rigorously professional. "Speaking." "Ms. Aurora, I am the human lawyer handling your disassociation from pack affairs. All the cancellation procedures you entrusted to me have been completed." "The pack real estate under your name, the luxury cars, and the family trust funds have all been liquidated and transferred to a confidential Swiss Bank account. Your identity information within the Werewolf Registry will be formally deleted in two weeks."