Machi Novels & Stories

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says Machiv, "my name is Machiv Butter. I'm sixteen, and I'm from Arizona. You can call me Machiv, or Butter, though most people just call me Mach." "I've never heard of the name Machiv," says Mrs. Loop with a smile, "do you happen to know where it comes from?" "Not quite," answers Mach, "I just know that it's my name." "What hobbies do you have?" asks Mrs. Loop. Mach thinks for a moment, before replying, "Probably just reading. Picnics are fun though." "I can agree," says Mrs. Loop with a laugh and clapping her hands, which the rest of us copy as well.

I shouted as I saw my mate on a raised platform bound by ropes, just like Princess Peach was in the game. The monkey roared, beating his fists against his chest before stomping around, causing the linear platform system to become slanted like in the game, perfect for rolling the massive barrels at his side down. It looks like all that time spent in the retro arcade and playing video games as a kid with Thales will pay off.

What the hell is wrong with me, I can't help but wonder at my reaction to the person who just entered. "Ah, Mr. Clearwater, how nice of you to join us today," Mr. Ramirez says as the intruder begins walking towards his seat. Instead of going to where he usually sits, I listen as his footsteps move in my direction, continuing towards me until he stops next to my desk. I hear what sounds like sniffing before he makes a deep, low noise—one that I've never heard from another person before. I'm almost positive that he growled, just before the word "Mate!" quietly hits my ears.

The sticky reminder of Machala's blowjob had me buzzing through the beat in my head. I scratched out a few notes on paper before heading to the shower. Machala was coming out of her room when I walked into mine. The reserve she carried like a shield had cracked. She gave me a shy look before lowering her eyes. My well-used cock jumped.

Passing the maid the art bag she is holding, she headed straight to her room without checking on her grandmother, she would do that later but for reading the letter is more important. The maid set up everything for her in the bathtub and helped her into it. She then passed Alice a cup of her favorite mock tail and the letter which was sealed by the royal stamp. Alice squealed inwardly as she tears off the royal seal. Now this what she is talking about when she said her happiness lie with the man behinds those letters.

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

Irena pointed at a silvery button on the side of the robotic suit’s arm. “What the f#ck is Ghost Mode?” Mark asked with a slight raspy irritation in his gravelly voice. “Ghost Mode is a feature that will allow you to become untouchable, but only for five seconds,” Irena explained. “After pressing the button, the suit sends out a magnetic pulse that will disrupt the electrical charges between the atoms in your body, making you a spirit for only a few seconds. You’ll be able to walk through walls or walk through punches, but only for five seconds. And you’ll only be able to use the Ghost Mode feature twice.”

The legal team is still on the quay or halfway up the ramp, too close for comfort. The canvas over the unit lifts another inch. No wind touches it. Kovac takes a pole hook from the wall and yanks the cover free. The machine underneath is taller than I expect, narrow as a coffin stood upright. Cracked glass front. Copper coils behind mesh. Hand crank on one side. Paper slot below. No screen. No bright button pretending harm has become modern. Faded blue letters read: FIELD RECOIL ASSIST / SAINT LARK MOBILE NODE Under that, stamped later in black:

Alex asks as he leads me inside. “I’m not sure.” I say as we walk into my new kitchen. I have to say the guys didn’t skimp on this place. It’s beautiful. Modern and sleek, I have a beautiful kitchen island topped in dark grey marble and a SMEG fridge and matching accessories all in my favourite shade of blue. I told them it was too much, but I don’t think this is a concept they understand. I even have a coffee machine that I feel like I need an engineering degree to understand. The weirdest part is I don’t drink coffee. Luthor said that may be more about when they come to visit than for me. That made me laugh. Typical.