I Keep My Exoskeletons To Myself Novels & Stories

I said to him he agreed easily but the next day I saw it on the park platform my test results open for every and all to see with his caption; charge in with congratulations I'm going to be a dad soon. I bit down on my bottom lip, utterly frustrated. Why…just why I was this man making life so difficult for me…if he hadn't pushed me I would have never done this in the first place…I would have never stooped down to his level. My biggest worry was that Archer would see the post, if he did would he sit quietly and still shut up about that night? He had not contacted me I don't know why that's made me feel a little bit disappointed. I was the one that had insisted that all I wanted was a one night

BIG CHECK Now I'm ready to go. It turns out that I should be in the dorm when I remember something. I just forgot to wear my Orvix. If you look at it, it is just an ordinary bracelet but it's far from being normal just like me. It can hide things. The one that looks like Doraemon's pocket. The only difference between him and my bracelet pocket. Here are all my deadly weapons and other valuables. I just have to think of the weapon I want to release and hit the diamond in the middle then poof! I already have what I need. Where did I get it? I did not take it or buy it. I made it myself and invented it. I am the only one who has this. Perks of being a genius. Because I was always lazy to carry

No more relying on luck. I moved quietly to the closet and pulled out an old gym bag. Grabbed a few changes of clothes, a water bottle, the cheap sneakers I used for long shifts and finally the gym membership Tristan had given me days ago, in case I got interested in going to the gym. My hands moved on autopilot, packing with the same efficiency I used for everything survival-related. I knew where I was going, the company gym at Apex. The offer Tristan had made during the retreat—the one I had turned down then—felt like the only real option now. A place where I could start figuring out how to wake up the part of me the amulet had buried for too long.

He looked at me with those same eyes but none of the heat, none of the war, none of the us. I swallowed hard and zipped the final bag shut. Luckily, I’d been saving money in an offshore account for emergencies. It should be running into $300 million. It was enough to last me forever once I disappeared for good. No one would trace me. Not even him if he tried. But I knew he wouldn’t. I was forgettable after all. I've always been replaceable, dismissible. He proved that didn’t he? The ring still circled my finger. It felt lighter and useless now but I couldn’t take it off.

After ditching Maddox I headed down into Shadowlands. I have secret little rucksacks of clothes stashed everywhere. I basically bought around twenty sets of leather jackets, underwear, black pants and vest tops and deposited them all over the place over the past few weeks. You won’t catch me running about in someone else's hideous old clothes.

Rush recognised me and cursed before apologising as Ignacio shot me a spine-chilling glare. “Can’t you enter through the door like a normal person? I remember closing the windows and this is the top floor. Isn’t it inconvenient for you to enter this way?” I grinned sheepishly. “I am a person that everyone is looking for. Waltzing in won’t help my case since I’m supposed to be heavily traumatised after two near-death experiences.” I couldn’t exactly tell them about the new gravity boots Khronos made me test. It was way more effective than it should be with the improved camouflage technology. The only thing that needed refining was the particle phaser gloves.

I say, turning away but leaving my door open. I hear her knock as softly as she possibly can. “Meadow?” she calls, her voice barely above a whisper. I shake my head and go to my suitcase that I never unpacked yesterday. I grab my sparring clothes which consist of spandex boy shorts, and a basic spandex sports bra. I don’t bother with shoes. I don’t use them when I spar. No one in my family or any of the Guardian families do.

My tiny apartment looked the same — the pile of textbooks on the counter, the half-empty coffee mug, the framed photo of my father smiling proudly in his police uniform. He’d died protecting people. I used to believe sacrifice was the noblest thing a person could do. Now, I wasn’t so sure. ⸻ After a quick shower, I dressed in practical clothes — dark jeans, fitted jacket, sneakers. I braided my hair back tightly. Every move felt deliberate, like armor being fitted piece by piece. The System had unlocked a new feature overnight. [Inventory Expansion – Active] [You may now store up to 500 lbs of items in Spatial Storage.]

Chapter 19: “Fate, You Say?" ~STELLA~ My ex-husband’s half-brother was the neighbour who'd moved in beside me. It was a whole lot to deal with. Since yesterday morning, I'd tried everything possible to avoid him. Being indoors all day was the easiest for me. Since I had no friends aside from my bestfriend who lived miles away, my room was my only safe zone. I glared at my phone's screen. It was a message from him.

“I don't think I would trip and I love them on, you would have to forcefully take them off because I stuck them on with some glue.” He huffed a laugh. “I guess I know why your ex didn't take them with him.” “I never mentioned that they had belonged to my ex,” I responded looking at my thigh. “These bad boy I had on are mine, they belong to me, it was just something I got as a gift, and I don't know why you think I would have Smith possession with me.” Ronnell gave me his infamous doubting raised brows. “I– I don't know what you mean but Smith wasn't all that.”