Artemis A Novel Novels & Stories

‘Finally,’ Artemis was beaming with happiness after knowing the full name of his mate. ‘Caroline Sarah Haysbert.’ He was trying to search for anyone with this name and with a picture of his mate over the internet, but surprisingly, he couldn’t find anyone. ‘And there I thought that once I will get to know about her, then I can find out everything about her.’ He mentally cursed at his stupidity. “Artemis, take my pictures at this place too.” He heard his mate’s voice, who was giving a pose in front of the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao.

"Show me how we're taking care of our people until these storms pass." As he began to explain, with Oscar interjecting colorful commentary and Callum adding practical details, I felt Artemis settle contentedly in my mind. *See?* she murmured. *Not perfect, but good. We can wait for Hermes and Theo. We're strong enough for that.* She was right. We were strong enough. And in the meantime, there was chocolate, and family, and the promise of Christmas yet to come.

Artemis pov Artemis what have you done? I said I said to myself with a lot of regrets with a lot of hatred a lot of anger a lot of confusion are used to wish I can disappear into the same here but because I can't I am in the Greeks mansion and I have to get out of here before I do something else different from what I have done before, at this point I don't know if I am doom or if doom just decided to locate me because it has all vine from bad to worse , it's never getting better, it doesn't seem like it ever will!

Her lips met mine with a force that took my breath away. For a moment, I froze, feeling the storm of emotions I had tried so hard to keep at bay. Artemis was a mix of rebellion and sweet defiance, and even though my mind screamed for me to stop, my body betrayed me. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

But nevertheless, when it comes to hacking, Artemis is one hundred percent good at it, due to her hacking skills she was of great importance to the mob. Artemisia's hands madechanting sounds on the keyboards, as she hacked into the building. Lennox looks at her and smiles. He likes her a lot, but Artemis didn't care about his feelings for him, making it a one sided love. "Seventy eight" Artemis said after she has hacked into the building, discovering that the building has seventy-eight floors, before getting to where the diamond was sealed.

For all her power and authority, in this moment she was simply a mother caring for her child, grateful for a warm place to rest and the safety of walls around them. Artemis had moved to stand by the window, her form silhouetted against the faint glow of street lanterns as she looked out over the sleeping village. She stretched luxuriously, her shoulders rolling back as she worked out the stiffness from hours spent riding. “My muscles appreciate proper shelter after hours on horseback – even a deer’s back grows weary after so many leagues.”

he asked hesitantly. Well, our job here was done. We had killed all the demons, and we destroyed the drugs that caused my memory loss. Though I was curious, I could wait a few hours to hear him out. Waiting until we were home, and it was just the two of us would be the best. So, I gave him a slight nod, and he heaved a sigh of relief. “And that’s the cue for me to leave. See you soon,” Artemis said. She gave a slight wave and disappeared.

The project wasn't about art. Not really. It was about being seen. About telling stories. About reclaiming something. Camille shifted nervously in her chair. "I know it sounds stupid." "No." The answer came instantly. "It doesn't." The younger woman's shoulders relaxed slightly. Jessica continued turning pages. The ideas became more ambitious. More detailed. More powerful. Then she saw a title written across one page. The Unbroken Collection The words hit her harder than expected. Because they felt true. Painfully true.