Ending Maker Novels & Stories

Nothing really jumped out at me, and I was literally going insane. There was, however, another way. Or at least someone I could call to give me some guidance. My boyfriend Mason was a businessman himself. It was actually the reason we'd met; he was a guest lecturer at my university for a semester, a real life example of how people could quickly make a name for themselves in the business world, as he'd graduated just a year before that. He had a lot of contacts. And although I would never use him to get myself work, I could at least give him a list of options and hear what he had to say.

The moment Mary saw the blood on my forehead, she shrieked, "Oh my God! Thea! What happened to you? Who did this?!" Robert was staring at Bianca, who was in Jack's arms. His gaze darkened. Bianca lowered her head shiftily and greeted them softly, "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Schuyler." Mary ignored her and tried to help me. "Lie down! You had just given birth! How could you be out of bed? "Jack, what are you still standing there for? Call the doctor!" I stepped away from Mary's hand and said calmly, "No need for that, Mary. Jack said that I'm only a tool for giving birth to children. Since I have done my duty, it's time for me to leave."

“What do you get?” Dexters gaze didn’t waver. “Control.”

All jokes aside. My current step father, Mason Black was her 5th marriage within a span of 4 years. But Mason was different, he was sculpted like a greek god with dark hair and forest green eyes. His stubble hid his strong jaw and clothes covering his veiny arms. He reeked of masculinity and right now I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I slide the doors to his master bedroom open, spotting him overlooking the ocean view with his hands behind his back.

“Their advisers, the one who controls the strings – the Kingmaker.” --- “This is what our daughter has been learning from you! If you were not that ambitious in the first place, she wouldn’t be that greedy, too.” My father’s voice woke me up. Each room in our grandparents’ house has always been ajar, so everyone can get to hear each other’s conversations.

he said. She shook her head, stepping sideways so that he was no longer standing so close to her. "Don't worry about it." "It came out well," he said, walking slowly around the dark room, running his fingers over the edges of the chemical pans. "Are you happy with it?" Emma glanced around the room. "They did a good job." "Have you ever thought of starting a website? You could do family portraits, or weddings." Emma shook her head. "I'm not good enough to get paid for it."

Apart from working under Aidan, he was also her personal portal maker. A portal maker was someone who had the license to create a portal whenever they wanted. They had the highest affinity with creating dimension portals and could easily sense an unauthorized portal creation. And yes, the portal maker was a job. There were only a few that could authorize the creation of portals and they needed a license and reason to create one. Ironically, the authorizer could easily abuse such power a.k.a Daud. Yet, Daud shed no concern over it, if anything, he thoroughly enjoyed his rebel phase.