Who Made Me Novels & Stories

"See, if you girls were born and raised in Georgia, then you would be blessed by me." Kim laughed, "We didn't need to be born and raised there, cause you are, and you live with us." She had a point, even though one time Cheryl did try to teach us how to make it, it was a disaster, she said that it was in the genes and she was the only one that could do it so good. "I just know that this is for sure, one of my favorite meals," I smiled as I sat down at the table. "No, you're just tired and hungry because you've gone from a virgin to what was the last comment on the article? P**n star in one sweep. When you started at university, we couldn't get you to sleep with a guy."

"And it is time you started believing it." I looked at him. The man who had given up everything for me. The man who still believed in me even when I did not believe in myself. "Okay," I said. "I will try." "Good," he said. "Now come with me. I am taking you to get some actual food. The real kind. Not the dried stuff you keep eating at your desk." I laughed. It felt good. It felt normal.

(pause) Yeah, see you. It was Michelle, her ex-girlfriend or should she say, her girlfriend since there was no formal break up between the two of them. They just decided to break up on the phone which for her is still not a closure. What happened last night between her and Carlos almost made her forget about who she really is and what she really wants. She is Alex Lopez. She can get any woman she wants to date with! She was lost for a while and was tempted to give up her real identity but now, she found her way back. No one, not even Carlos can make her forget who she really is.

My girlfriend, Laura Dawson, once asked me a question. "If you ever made it big, would you leave me behind?" I told her no. For six years after that, I stood beside her through every low point in her life. Then the tables turned, and she was the one who made it big. At the Best Actress awards ceremony, she stood there with tears in her eyes, ready to announce the man she'd loved for years. The spotlight swept right past me and landed on the young man I'd sponsored. He stood beside Laura, his eyes red. "Will, thank you for taking care of Laura all these years. But gratitude isn't love. You can't use it to hold her hostage." Laura turned her own gaze on me, cold with warning. "I've h

The year Jonathan Nash becomes paralyzed in a car accident and falls from the top of the boxing world, I sell my family home and spend eight years working as a hotel housekeeper to scrape together the money for his surgery. I stay by his side until he fights his way back to the top and becomes world champion again. At the celebration party, he holds up his trophy and says through tears, "To the love of my life, who never left my side. May we spend the rest of our lives together." My eyes well up with tears. I think all those years of sacrifice are finally paying off. Unexpectedly, the spotlight sweeps past me as I stand up and instead lands on Amber Lloyd, the boxing team's doctor. I fr

Suzanne stepped out of Knewton University’s hallway entrance with her trusty red toolbox swinging in her hands. As she bounced towards her car, she took a look at her surroundings and marvelled at all the students around her. She never did attend university, having already started her business at a tender age of 18. The youngsters seemed to live in a whole different world. For a brief moment, she wondered what life would have been like if she had been born a normal girl.

I only look at him and plant the fake smile on my face once more. “I do not know what you mean,” I say and my voice sounds as fake as plastic. His eyes roll and he stares at the ceiling again and for some reason I wonder if what I have done is wrong. “I am sorry.” I say too quickly and he does nothing but shrug. “I was thinking of someone. But not like you’re thinking.”

Someone who doesn't give false hope. And definitely someone who wasn't my sister's ex—and someone I would never cross paths with again. Ting! The sudden sound of the oven toaster pulled me back to reality. I sighed, grabbed a plate, and placed the bread on it. I was having breakfast alone. Rare had already left last night—well, I made sure of that. My mood had been terrible because of him. Once the bread was ready, I spread Nutella over it and started eating, dipping each bite before taking a sip of my coffee.

Sirel assured me. My fans were extremely loyal. And very sensitive. There was one time where a vlogger mentioned my name in passing connection with a certain make-up brand claiming I endorsed it (but I didn't), and less than twelve hours later the internet was on fire with posts demanding his public apology for connecting me with a brand that was apparently involved in a lawsuit due to usage safety issues. I don't want to wake up the next day with people demanding Jester Lee apologize for breaking my heart or something. It will just ruin the dwindling chance I have to establish a real relationship with him (not to mention, I don't want all three worlds to know that I got rejected, thank you

I will make a big company and become the richest person on this earth. I woke up when I felt the sound of footsteps entering my room. I turned around and sighed when I found out that it was Tristan. I looked the man up and down. This man is very difficult to find and even very mysterious. I know that it's because he is one of the most important people and one that is not easy to get in the world I'm living in right now. "You come?"