Who Made Me Novels & Stories

Lucian found himself furious. That said, me going missing at least meant that I was still alive. It was worlds better than freezing to death in the cold storage. Later, I learned that he searched for me everywhere. Finding no trace of me, however, he eventually drove back home. The villa looked exactly as before, and nothing was out of place—save for a strange recording device by the bed. He let out a breath of relief and curiously clicked on the recording device. "It took me forever to get rid of that genital wart…

Five years ago, tired of the bloody infighting , I ran away from home and became Matthew’s most capable assistant—and his lover. Using the methods my father had taught me, I helped Matthew rise from an obscure nobody to one of Rome’s most promising business tycoons. He had promised me that once he had secured his position, he would give me the grandest wedding imaginable. Instead, at his celebration banquet, he proudly announced his engagement to Lilith, the mayor’s daughter. My coworkers laughed without restraint. “Eve really thought she was something.” “Matthew was only using her. Does she even know her place? What does she have that could possibly compare to Lilith?” I didn’t cry , I didn

The making of me was uneventful and I was not celebrated. The creator before me tried to gain the love of the earth by being vengeful and making the people do as he says. I couldn't bring myself to do that I had to do something new. So, I waited. When the one before me left, yes, he just took off never to be seen here again, I made a new plan.

Her hair was packed in a loose bun, and she sat on the floor, but the moment she saw me, her lips stretched into an obvious smile. “Hey!!!!” She called out, stretching her hand forward. My heart twirled in excitement, and I hurriedly moved forward. “You are doing well with the tree,” I complimented gently while running a 360-degree stare on the tree. “Thanks to Jordan. He sent me lots of videos on how to create one.” My heart melted, but I hurriedly switched into sarcasm. “It’s already too bad that I am not in a relationship. Could you do me the favor and stop oppressing me?”

I gave a soft nod and began heading towards the entrance of the house. “Hey, kitten,” John called out, making me turn back. “Good luck.” I smiled at him and continued. The door opened and I ran into a man. The jet black hair, those dark brown eyes that make you think I was black. My breath tangled in my lungs. I remembered him. It was the client Mr. Rufus had talked about. The one that wanted to see me. His eyes widened, but quickly he schooled his expression. “You’re the new maid?” His voice was cold.

Nothing really jumped out at me, and I was literally going insane. There was, however, another way. Or at least someone I could call to give me some guidance. My boyfriend Mason was a businessman himself. It was actually the reason we'd met; he was a guest lecturer at my university for a semester, a real life example of how people could quickly make a name for themselves in the business world, as he'd graduated just a year before that. He had a lot of contacts. And although I would never use him to get myself work, I could at least give him a list of options and hear what he had to say.

My only motive was to make a friend, at least one. So… so I asked my sister how to make friends as I had seen her talking and laughing with her friends for hours. It was a shame for me as I was asking my younger sister but the only person I could think of and I could ask was my sister. I thought she would react differently to my question but she did not say anything maybe because she knew I had no friends.

"You can just call me Diego, okay? No need for the formality in this house. I've known you for years since you became my chef and I've come to see you as my brother. So don't call me that, just Diego is fine by me" "Sure, sir... I mean, Diego.", Justin corrected himself immediately. It's something that might be difficult for him to adjust to. He's not familiarized in addressing his employer by his name but sir as a symbol of respect. "I surely appreciate your kindness towards me ever since I became your personal chef."

My brother died, so my parents forced me to undergo plastic surgery to look exactly like him and live his life in his place. "Your brother was a genius. You can't just leave his fiancée and research project behind. You have to take over." "You've accomplished nothing with your life anyway. Getting to live his life is a lucky break for you." They seemed to have forgotten that I had my own name and that I had a life of my own. My identity records were canceled, and my parents acted as though they had every right to do it. "If you really care about our family, then you should understand why we're doing this." "We're doing this for your own good. Don't be so ungrateful." Everyone thought

I can’t see the pain that I had caused him. I fixed myself to make myself look presentable. I don’t need to show everyone my broken self. I can just keep it to myself and pretend that I am alright. It’s my own problem that I needed to fix. It’s my own problem that I needed to get over with. But will I be able to let go of the Kaisser Bennett? I love him. After all these times, I still love him. I wouldn’t cry if I don’t. I wouldn’t cry if I’m alright.