Cut Me Some Slack Origin Novels & Stories

That's why I intervened—before their tension escalated into another screaming match. "A foot massage?" I arched a brow. "When did that happen?" "You beat me three times sparring last week," Phoenix leaned against the counter. "Pay up, Wilder." I crossed my arms. "Before you cheated with the leg sweep." "Illegal move," Jack muttered, drying an already clean plate with sudden interest. "Hence my reparations offer!" Phoenix spread his hands. "Come on, you know you want to." He was wrong—but the exhaustion weighing me down (three missed MMA classes felt like withdrawal) finally won over pride. "Fine," I exhaled. "But wander those hands, and I break fingers."

Absolute stunned silence fell over all of us, you could hear a damn pin drop. What? “Whoa whoa wait, are fucking fucking with me? You’re cutting us in,” Jude asked, getting the big picture long before I did. Holy shit. “You guys know damn well enough by now. What’s mine is yours but nothing’s free you’ll earn it,” Slade said, smiling.

My living expenses for the next month were still an issue, and if I lost this part-time job, I'd be stuck eating plain bread for another month. Pushing the door open, I lowered my head and said apologetically, "I'm very sorry. This was my oversight." "Oh, spare me!" Alesha pouted. "The balloon arch was supposed to look perfect, but the ones at the very top are deflated. It looks terrible, and the pictures I took all turned out awful!" Mom immediately soothed her. "Alright, we'll have them redo it. We'll get them to replace all of them."

Sam asked, his voice cracking. "Because the Aethel-Group uses a 'Master Frequency' to control the Slates," I explained. "But if we can get enough 'User Devices' to broadcast the 'Origin Code,' we can jam their signal. We can turn the Slates back into raw, unformed plastic!" Sam turned the camera toward his own face. "You heard her! If you’re watching this, open the Aethel-App! Hit the 'Sync' button! We’re taking the world back!"

The blue Origin-Code vein flared to life, syncing with the beat of his heart. Dax flexed his fingers. The movement was entirely frictionless, completely silent. "I integrated the Shogun’s shunt-drive into the sub-ether matrix," I explained, tapping the silver hourglass component on my desk. "You can't freeze time that takes too much ambient energy. But if you push the Origin-Code into the knuckles, you can trigger a micro-shunt. A localized burst of hyper-acceleration. Your left hook will literally land before the enemy's optics can even process that you threw it."

They thought by making a fuss, they could turn this benefit into cash. What they never considered was that this benefit was never theirs to claim—it was a gift I had paid for from my own pocket. "Impossible!" Keira screamed. "You're lying! You're a greedy capitalist who's trying to take all the money for yourself!" "Believe whatever you want," I said expressionlessly. "And one more thing—because of the recent public backlash, the company's reputation has taken a serious hit. As a result, our largest partner has just frozen all cooperation with us."

Everyone said Alice Foster was heads over heels in love with me. Even when my father and I were kicked out of the house, she still insisted on keeping her marriage vows. She even rehearsed them ninety-nine times because she envisioned a perfect wedding for us. Little did they know, all the best-men at the wedding were picked among a list of the ninety-nine lovers she kept around her. “Oliver, you're already my husband. It’s not too much to ask to let them attend the wedding, is it?” I numbly accepted the box of cash she handed me before rushing to the hospital. The wedding was supposed to be for me. That was, until I saw her walking onto the stage with the child my mother birthed out of

I blinked a few times, shifting my gaze toward an apple that had smashed to pieces on the floor. Looking up at Ethan, I offered a submissive smile. “You misunderstand,” I said. “I was merely preparing your breakfast. Please do not worry. A stab wound to the abdomen like this won’t kill me.” Ethan looked visibly shaken by my words. Just as he was about to ask me something else, Hudson called out to him, “Ethan…”

Steel nails stuck out of the cake. Vivi was practically doubled over, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. One of the guys looked at me with zero remorse. "Sorry, Leah. The cream was too soft, so I had them put something in to support it. Who knew you'd shove your whole face into it like a pig?" Someone muttered something about me being just like a pig, and they all burst out laughing again. I wiped the cream off, forcing down my anger, and moved to leave. But Vivi wasn't done. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, eyes glinting with smug satisfaction, and waved to the others.

“That is what happened and am only here to start over. To try and find myself.” Alpha Brooks stood up and went to stand by the window. “I never knew that some packs still treat their members as slaves, the reason the council was formed was not only to keep the peace between the supernatural but to also ensure that packs treat their members well.” The alpha sighed then turned to look at me.