Novel & Cerita Inspired Inventor Fanfiction

"Initially, I was just a little curious. When I heard about that, my curiosity was piqued. I deliberately sent someone to Roburg to investigate this, hoping to be able to find out more information about their boss, Billy. If I do have any information, I will surely got on a show that would allow me to share it with everyone. "You all might not know this, but my late ex-husband's wish was to invent a car like Dream Maker. But his health was poor, and he did not have the talents that the boss of Dream Maker has. Therefore, he passed away before he could find success. This is why I'm so curious about Dream Maker.

I ask him, while he's under the spell of the transmitter's signal. "We were business partners." Dad answers, in a flat, monotone voice. "I was the financial backer for his latest invention, the Neuro Submission Transmitter." I almost fall off my chair when I hear dad say this. The muffled moans from the couch are getting louder and more urgent. I turn my head and see Danae's ass humping arduously against Janet's mouth, while Janet is bucking her ass off the couch against Danae's face. I have trouble pulling my eyes away from Danae's sleek golden body, especially her smooth, round ass cheeks.

For the first time in a very, very long time, I went to bed feeling truly, completely hopeful. The next morning, the feeling stayed with me. I walked into the sleek glass and steel headquarters of Thorne Enterprises with a new confidence. I was no longer just the woman Helena had brought in for a project. I was Serena, the Inventor. Serena, the mother. Serena, the woman who was dating the CEO. The thought sent a little shiver of giddy nerves through me.

That one day, we’d become the loving couple I’d always dreamed of. How foolish I had been. … I got up early the following day and prepared for the day. Today, I was going to begin the process of ruining Theodore. It would come as a shock to him when he found out that I wasn’t the useless, naive Luna he always thought I was. Just recently, I handed him another groundbreaking prototype. One that was set to earn him billions. He didn’t deserve it. I’d find a way to take it and give it to someone more deserving.

Four years ago. Two days after my surgery. Inventor listing: Juniper Vangough. Tristan Vale. And Victor Hale as witness. The room exploded. Noise swallowed the air. My ears rang. Because I knew exactly what that patent was. The early stabilization variant. The one I discarded. The one I never approved. The one that— I never signed. I stepped toward the screen slowly. “That’s forged,” I said. Victor met my gaze calmly. “Prove it.” Silence fell again.

Faye gave a contagious giggle and, leaning a little further forward, rolled a lock of hair around her fingertip. “Maybe one day you’ll be powerful enough for this. Considering that it was made to match the Creator. Maybe on this day I will be able to change something of our sad reality.” I tilted my head so hastily towards him that my neck snapped. "I was raised to... What? Hitting head-on with the guy-there-top?”

But in truth, I had buried myself in the basement, working day and night on my research. I was gifted, driven, and with the system's support, I had long since become the most brilliant—and most secretive—inventor of the century. One casual creation of mine could sell for millions of dollars. When Diane's company faced a crippling financial crisis, it was I, working in the shadows, who saved her.

My pleasure soared me so high for one last moment. I panted, Matti whimpering in the background as she masturbated her twat. Things were going to be different now. All thanks to that remote. What a great invention I had made. I was so glad that it worked out.

Maya said, "you gave me the Architect gene so I could build worlds you forgot that the bridge works both ways." Maya reached out. Touched the girls skin and a silver leaf scar appeared on the girls ankle. "No " the girl screamed, stepping back "this is my world I am the creator." "Every creator is a character in someone elses story " Maya said. She looked up. Saw the ceiling of the white void it was not a sky it was a giant piece of paper and on that paper new words were appearing in a handwriting Maya knew very well it was her fathers handwriting.

The Emotional Implosion: The Father’s Impossible Choice Julian grabbed a handheld terminal, his fingers flying across a keyboard made of light. "Clara, he’s a Trojan Horse! If he’s born, he’ll have the 'Architect’s Signature.' He’ll be able to rewrite the Reader’s reality! He’ll turn this entire world into his own personal Dictatorship of the Plot!"