Inspired Inventor Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I want to create some of the things I’ve only read about. “What can I say? They inspire me.” “Kam is going to invent something awesome and make us rich,” Kimi stumbled over to me and hugged my arm. “Damn straight. And if you don’t become a famous astronomer, sis, you can always mooch off of me.” “Nope,” Kimi said, popping her ‘p,’ “I won’t need to mooch off of you because I’m going to be ah-may-zing!” “And if you both fail, my books will be on the bestseller list, so you can always live with me,” Rose stated, linking her arm with Kimi’s.

"Maybe I'm not! What makes you think that I am the most intelligent person in the universe." "Because of your inventions, no one can do better than that you know," Ali praised her. "I wish you had met Gaies, he is the one who taught me most of the formulaes I am using today, that makes him more creative and innovative than I." "I don't think you have to explain all that to him, he is just a spoiled lad who know nothing but goes around hanging out with girls who are not of his age making him just do whatever they tell him," his father chipped in his words maybe to cut short their conversation.

Yesterday, Anwen picked up all her belongings from the future at the Lilium Estate. “This phone is so amazing, it makes face painting with just one press,” Anwen said enthusiastically. Odette laughed at that. She then told Anwen all the things they could do with a phone, and the girl couldn’t hide her admiration for it. In her head, Anwen thought that if she could invent a phone, it would be amazing. If she could really invent the phone, then she would replace Mart*n Cooper as the person who first invented the phone. “Sister, did you make this phone? Can you teach me how to make a phone?” Anwen asked innocently and Odette laughed again because she thought Anwen was hilarious.

He goes on and gives a long description, making sure to be extra animated, gesticulating wildly with his hands, putting on voices that have Iandor snorting and gasping and gaping at him. It's a little over the top, he knows, but Iandor likes it, and that's what matters. "A cyborg villain," Iandor decides once Jesse is finished crashing two cars together on the bed. Jesse pulls his phone out and starts taking notes as Iandor brims over with suggestions, taking it all into honest consideration because the kid has a bright, vivid imagination and it's incredible. He's envious of it, the young, youthful mind that's not tarnished with overused concepts and creates his own world in the one Jesse’s

"Yeah, he's not called Master Inventor for nothing." "There's also Arjan Ramamurthy, the Scion from Rukbat. He's an ordinary human too, aside from being the best hunter around," Sophia said. "Alright, alright, enough. I'm feeling even more inadequate by now." "Aw don't worry, there's still me. I'm a fellow human," Edwin said cheerfully. "With a title like Treader of Starry River, that makes you sounds badass already."

I explained. I blinked as the bird cooed and rubbed its smooth metallic head against my fingers. This was officially the coolest thing I’ve seen. I can’t believe he made this in his sleep. Like, wow, who does that? The level of detail and work that would have gone into Dove’s creation is high. Jonathan continues to leave me in awe and inspire me to prove myself as an inventor. “Maybe my subconscious was telling me something. Maybe Jaci’s shaman sixth sense knew our mate was coming.” Jonathan suggested as I felt his warm arms wrap around me, pulling me into his chest.

I stopped hating him. And I started hoping. “I swear,” Blake muttered, “these lights have it out for me.” “You’re literally fighting with inanimate objects,” I replied, grinning as I crossed over to him. “Correction: I’m winning against inanimate objects. There's a difference.” I reached over and gently took the strand from his hands, untangling it with two practiced loops. “Yeah. Sure, inventor boy. Winning.” He watched me do it, then quietly said, “I like when you call me that.”

The usually busy streets were now occupied by dull errand bots, devoid of life as if humans had suddenly been exterminated. Picking up a pen, my mind went back to a certain chestnut haired prodigy. Ignacio Cross was an interesting man. At merely twenty-eight years old, the closet genius had made a breakthrough with Pantiumite. Yet, he wasn't arrogant like the folks residing in the Inner City. How could anyone be so selfless? Even I would hesitate to abandon what I had to be with Nash. If anything, I would rather create a way for the Inner City and Slums to interact freely.

It was as if she could not face Javier, thus deciding to do so. Dropping his phone, Javier lit up another cigarette. Well, what a bummer. He was only a businessman, so he had certainly only thought about business concerns when he did something. Like the explosives, for example. The inventor had only wanted to light it up for its brilliant radiance, but those with ulterior motives extended its usage to military matters.

She looked like an architect admiring a finished building. "Look around you," Elinor said. She waved the blade at the rows of glass tanks. "You wanted the truth? Here it is. Alexander wasn't the patriarch. He was the prototype. The first time we successfully knit the code together. He was the sun, and you? You’re the stars we made from his dust." "You cloned your own husband?" I looked at the man in the central tank. His eyes were still open. Tapping. Desperate. "You kept him as a garden for spare parts?"