Who Made Me Novels & Stories

I said. "Yes," they said. "I do not use the word lightly. I did not grow the way you grew, or the way the four who bonded to you grew. I was made, deliberately, by someone who understood the design you carry well enough to attempt to build something that could enter it." They paused. "I do not know if I succeeded at what I was made for, or if I am something else now, something the maker did not intend." "Who is your maker," I said.

“Thank you! Your dress is so unique. Did you design it yourself?” Before I could answer, Jax appeared at my side again, sliding in like he belonged there. He’d been trailing us since we arrived, flashing that easy basketball-captain grin. “Actually, Maya designs everything she wears,” he said smoothly, placing a hand lightly on my lower back. “She’s a genius.” I shot him a sharp look and stepped away, shushing him under my breath. “Jax, not now.”

Anna said stubbornly! "BTW, did you move on from pizza?" Jake asked, laughing! "Nope! No food can take my pizza's place!" She said as her mind went towards pizza again. "Travis, my hubby, I want to eat pizza now!" Anna said sheepishly and Travis facepalmed himself! "Oh God, I should stop running my company and start making pizza! I am damn sure I will earn more!" Travis said sarcastically but mentally crying! On the other hand, Jake remembered Emma as Anna said, hubby!

he told me. Priority? Worker? I sniffed hard. “I don't think I need any care. I'm not a child and I do my job well.” With that, I walked away, abandoning the coffee on the counter. *** Immediately I left, I stormed into my room and closed the door with my trembling hands. “Fuck you, Korn!” Then, without thinking, I opened a p**n page on my phone and clicked on a gay video of two men fucking each other. I pulled my pants to my knee and sat on the bed, stroking my dick as I watched them.

"You know, Dee, I might not be the best dancer in the world, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Ever heard of the moonwalk?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his confident tone. "The moonwalk? Ron?" He nodded, his expression turning playfully dramatic. "Oh, yes. It's a move that makes girls go crazy. I've seen it in action." I burst into laughter, unable to contain my amusement. "You're telling me that the moonwalk is your secret weapon for TikTok fame?" Ron shrugged with an exaggerated nonchalance. "Hey, you never know. It could be a game-changer. And if you need a little boost in your follower count, I'm here to help."

I let him find me. It took less than thirty seconds. I felt his gaze land on me from across the room. I didn't turn. I kept moving. I stopped at the edge of the stage, set my glass on the nearest table, reached out, and lifted the microphone. The room went silent. I looked out at all of them. All those faces. All those people who had raised their glasses to Blackwood Enterprises for years and had never once seen the woman who actually owned the majority of it. "Good evening," I said.

he spoke and I was lost for words! Damn it, Kaisser Bennett!

He couldn't hold back and said something rude, testing me. I stood there, unfazed, whispering, "Safe travels." Later, I found my joy, and this life held no regrets.

I nod my head in response and say, "Yeah that's my mom." "Holy shit. Your mom is like the best designer I've ever seen," Sarah gushes. I smile. "Thanks. I will surely deliver the message to her." Zach interrupts us. "Sorry, but Taylor and I have somewhere to head to." I look at him gratefully; I could always count on him to get me out of situations I didn't want to be in. With that we walk away, and I say, "I should thank you for saving me."

Why come to me? “I am afraid I cannot give you that. If I remember correctly, you didn’t remember all that when you spit me out like garbage." I state. I am sorry. He looks like he really needs someone to listen to him, but Irma Rodgers is not available. I stopped exercising too much goodness for my own sake.