Who Made Me Novels & Stories

“What are you talking about?” Don studied him carefully. “Marcus Cole was not an ordinary man.” The room tilted. “No.” “He was one of the most brilliant strategists this city ever produced.” Ethan shook his head. “That’s impossible.” “It’s the truth.” Don’s gaze sharpened. “He helped build the foundation of everything I control.” The words slammed into Ethan. His father? Part of this world? “No.” Ethan backed away. “You’re lying.” “I gain nothing from lying.” “My mother said he died in an accident.”

Are you just letting this happen? It took him a while to respond. [Those so-called examples are completely made up! Selene caused massive losses due to a serious mistake and has been terminated. I suggest everyone be careful and not fall for her claims.] The moment I read that, anger surged straight to my head. Nice move, Paul. The guy leveraged millions, lost billions, and he was now pinning it all on me while trying to ruin my name, too. Fine. Let's play. I didn't waste a second. I posted the actual development cost breakdown of a game project. Almost immediately, someone messaged me.

The one that has the smelly stuff inside. "What's that thing made of anyway?" I asked "I don't know, my mum made it," He said "A little of it should be able to help you," He said as he applied a little portion of it on my ankle. It was a bit painful because he gently massaged the leg. After he was done, he was about to live when I called him, "Carter" He turned and looked at me "No more secrets," I said to him "Okay, no more secrets," he said

FUCKING MY CRUSH CANDY “Has he lost his ever loving mind?” I screamed at my best friend, who I'm talking to on facetime. Currently I'm packing up my condo here in Dallas and getting ready to head down to Tampa Florida for a new opportunity and fresh start. “Girl yes he really asked me if he could have the kids for mother's day so his girlfriend could feel what it's like to be a mother.” My best friend Asha said to me over facetime that I continued packing my condo up.

"Who made you — like this." I looked at him. "I did," I said. "Surviving does it, if you do it long enough and honestly enough. I made me like this." I held his gaze. "Zayden gave me the space to do it. Mara gave me the tools. But the doing was mine." He looked at the floor.

For seven years I dated my brother's best friend, Kane Walker, in secret, and I planned to propose to him the night he won the championship. I followed the location Kane had shared with me on Life360 to the team's private lounge. Outside the door, I heard a teammate ask him, "Lillian is coming back. What are you going to do about that plus-size stand-in you keep at home?" Kane idly swirled his glass. "She can't control what she eats. Whose fault is that? These days, one look at the rolls of fat all over her body makes me lose my appetite." Someone laughed. "You don't like her? You touch the bracelet she gave you before every game, and no matter how late a road game ends, you still go home. W

she asked, her eyes fixed on my hand. I smiled, wondering why she still hadn't dropped the "ma'am," since we were practically the same age even though out in the real world, with everything I had made for myself, ‘ma’am’ would be her favourite word for me. I knew that much because I kept records on nearly every staff member at Adrian Atelier. "I barely got through this before it landed on my desk. Do you mind if I hold onto it a while, maybe until you need it again?"

Macaulay now doesn’t only think I am incompetent. He also probably thinks I’m a complete freak who stares at men's bulges. Yeah. Brilliant, June. Just brilliant.

He shows me a smile when I look back. I hurriedly opened the bathroom door and saw the makeup on my face was messy like a hurricane had hit the earth with quite a force. Why can I be like this? “It’s all because of Eros. Rope. Also, a nightmare that never ends.” Instead of thinking about that strange and obscure guy, I better get my makeup done quickly. I splashed my face with water for the second time. The bathroom light turned on and out as if someone played the switch off the light.

"Who said that?" "I did. Let me introduce myself. Hi, I'm Zander." Dale stared at his reflection, his heart pounding. “Are you speaking from inside… my head?” Juke hadn’t told him to expect anything like this. Was this some…prank? Were the others outside laughing at him? Using this to try and ease his fears. Well, it wasn’t working—it was making things worse. This would be Kirk’s brilliant idea. He patted his pocket and scanned the room for a hidden speaker.