Homestuck Maker Novels & Stories

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.

Frightened, she tossed the covers off, letting her hand trace her panty, finding it impossible soaked. Author's note: I have very small readership on this book, so I very much hope good engagement from whatever readers I have. Please comment (just put a dot, that is more than enough if you have nothing to say) and vote. Since I don't earn money from this book, I thrive off of your comments for a good night's sleep. I may not reply to all, but I read every single comment and smile. (my mother thinks I have a boyfriend now) Thanks for sticking till STUCK 2, Love you so much.

And with Tyler by my side; my god I felt pretty much invincible. ~ stay tuned for the sequel (and trequel) coming soon. xx. eden aster.

RASHIDA ummuraf6 SPECIAL THANKS A BIG THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS. YOU ALL MADE WRITING WORTHWHILE FOR ME. Thank you so very much. Please tag your friends so they can join the rollercoaster. Guys please leave your reviews let's know what you think about the whole story Thank you once again for reading the Homewrecker. We meet again in my new story. THE GRIMORE The cover and blurb is in the next chapter so do check it out.

He thought back to the fortune that his grandfather had once read. "Thea is the catalyst." Well, the catalyst had gone into the Fenton family's pot, and what it brewed was overwhelming wealth. Meanwhile, the Schuyler family's pot was scorched, spoiled, and extinguished beyond saving. … In the Fenton Residence's bedroom, I leaned in Stephen's arms, listening to the children playing in the living room. From that day on, I was no one's tool nor possession. I was simply myself.

Not even a woman. It read: Project Creator: Kensington James. And under Status: Alive.

I know most people brush their teeth first but whatever, it's my life and I'll do what I want first. After I finished, I wore my fluffy robe again and walked out of the bathroom. When I stepped out, I found Adam working out on the ground I the room. He could easily afford a gym membership form but he wouldn't go to a gym no matter how much I advised him to. He managed to convert half the room to a gym. He was doing push ups but stopped when I got out the bathroom. He watched me dry my body, a habit I was used to him doing by now.

which makes me gulp. Autor's note: Sorry for the delayed updates, there is more to come today. Let me know what you think till now.

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."

He replied. "So? I'm giving it to you. It's yours now. Just think like it's the butter I made. I created it but it doesn't mean I made those delicious bread right? I'm giving you the idea now because I don't know how to make it into a delicious bread." I explained and Healer Jan reluctantly agreed.