Mini Max

By Viola Grace

Max was raised with a purpose, but her accelerated development had nothing to do with it. She was born to be a Demyani, a Girl Bringer. In a community full of men who could only generate boys, she produced a hormone via her passive presence that tipped the scales and made girl babies enter the families.

Her extreme height and immense strength were secondary characteristics to her place in her adoptive family. She brought the girls.

Life was routine, but she had a plan for her retirement when her family no longer needed her services. That plan was set on its edge when she meets an investigator from the Cluster Team Project. She is a candidate for Team Eight, but she has to strike a balance between being there for her family and going off-world to be there for everyone else.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Jul 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781487426217

Viola Grace

Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.

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Born to stand out, she turns a life of obligation into a life she chooses… on Team Eight.

Max was raised with a purpose, but her accelerated development had nothing to do with it. She was born to be a Demyani, a Girl Bringer. In a community full of men who could only generate boys, she produced a hormone via her passive presence that tipped the scales and made girl babies enter the families.

Her extreme height and immense strength were secondary characteristics to her place in her adoptive family. She brought the girls.

Life was routine, but she had a plan for her retirement when her family no longer needed her services. That plan was set on its edge when she meets an investigator from the Cluster Team Project. She is a candidate for Team Eight, but she has to strike a balance between being there for her family and going off-world to be there for everyone else.

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Mini Max

Copyright © 2019 Viola Grace

ISBN: 978-1-4874-2621-7

Cover art by Angela Waters

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Mini Max

Team Eight: Origins, Book 5

By

Viola Grace

Chapter One

I would like a Demyani that is cute if there is one available. One that looks like us. Mrs. Zenacka looked at the administrator.

The woman making notes looked up. You have sons already, yes?

We do. Four. We are ready for daughters. Mr. Zenacka smiled and took his wife’s hand.

Do you have a lot of land to inherit?

The Zenackas smiled and nodded. We are sixth generation farmers. We have inherited all that we have from my mother and the aunts who didn’t marry.

So, you are content to divide your land among your daughters?

The Zenackas nodded. Mrs. Zenacka looked at the woman and said, We are ready to take the next step as good citizens.

Good. Well, you have passed all the investigatory levels, and as you cannot naturally have a daughter, a Demyani does seem to be the right path for you. You have plenty of property to divide, so you can take on the girls that she will spur in you. The moment you have had enough, have yourself altered so that the girls will stop. If you hesitate, they will continue. The Demyani that we have here are tremendously powerful. The administrator got to her feet.

Shall we go and see if we can find one to fit your family?

The eager Zenackas followed the woman down the hall to where the soft sounds of snuffling babies could be heard. There were ten little cribs, every two attended by a nursemaid.

There are three candidates here with your colouring. There is this one. She walked over and showed a baby who was tiny, pink, and looked timid.

This one. The child was slightly less pink and perfect, her skin paler with a dark cast to her eyes.

The administrator’s voice grew warm. And then there is Maxuna.

Mr. Zenacka asked, Why does she have a name and the others don’t?

The administrator moved and let them have a good look. The child was in robust health and a third larger than any other baby in the creche.

Is she a reject?

The administrator shook her head. No, she is the youngest here. She was normal at birth, but she is the strongest, healthiest, and best-natured baby here. Her growth isn’t very peculiar. Her mother wasn’t sure who the father was but could definitely state that he wasn’t local.

That was code for off-world.

Mr. Zenacka swayed. Can she still be a Demyani with that pedigree?

Mrs. Zenacka looked at her husband. What is wrong?

The pheromones that she is already putting out are working on your husband. Any male within a twenty-foot radius will be creating girls after ten minutes. She is strong, powerful, sturdy, and everyone loves her. Even the most grumpy of nurses dotes on her. She is the perfect Demyani.

Mrs. Zenacka looked at her husband’s expression and the doting expressions of all the woman in the room. We will take her, but must we keep the name?

"She answers to it, but by all means, wrap her in your family names. I am sure she will appreciate it when she is an adult. Now, we need