Novel & Cerita Ascendance Studio

Pallets of boxes stretch toward the ceiling, wrapped in plastic and labeled with codes I do not recognize. Simon Wright stands in the center of the space, surrounded by three men who look like they have killed before. He is younger than I expected, maybe forty, with sharp features and eyes that miss nothing. His suit is dark and expensive, and his hands are clasped behind his back like a general surveying a battlefield. "Damian Caldara," he says. "You look like your reputation." "I do not know what my reputation is." "Neither do I. That is why I wanted to meet you in person." He gestures to the pallets around him. "This is the shipment. Electronics, high-end. The buyer is waiting in the nort

"Good. Time we started making a name for our company. It'll also set me up nicely for when I go head-to-head with the Driscolls." Aspen scoffed. "You're seriously throwing your future away for Lauren." The Driscolls were one of the Three Titans, not the family one would casually provoke. To her, Andrew was just another moth throwing himself into the flame. Andrew did not reply. He simply followed her to the car, and they drove together to an upscale private club. "Hi, I'm Aspen Stevens from Supreme Capital Group," she said politely at the entrance. "I'm here by appointment with Mr. Davon Parks from Phoenixdream Enterprises."

I woke up to the sun coming through the curtains and the birds chirping by the window. I looked down at Tess she was sleeping soundly her head on my chest. I picked up my phone to check the time 7:00 AM, I have to get up and get ready. My chosen mate will be at my Uncle's house at 9:00 AM. Feeling guilty I don't know how I'm going to explain this to her or to my family. Once her brother Damien finds out what happened we'll go at it. That's one fight I'm not looking forward to. Damien is born Alpha, with a temper like a tornado. Tess and Kendra are Alpha females, their parents were the Alpha and Luna of their pack high in the Carpathian Mountains. They came to our pack seeking refuge after th

“We hit the PR front. A media leak about a female entrepreneur acquiring Venari Group. No face. Just the name of the holding company: Phoenix Ascend.” Roman raised an impressed eyebrow. “Subtle.” Natalie smirked. “Not too subtle. I want him to start losing sleep.” Adrian did. Days passed, and the tension inside his chest grew with each new report. Anonymous buyers. Sudden PR moves. Boardroom whispers. The name "Phoenix Ascend" kept showing up like a ghost. He stared at the name on his tablet, the logo minimalistic yet evocative—a stylized phoenix with wings spread wide.

Lol, my major in college is Mathematics. With this said, if I were to consider it, The Ascension was conceptualized, probably dictated by whims. I was bored. I have nothing to do. And I suddenly wanted to write. It was after I accidentally stumbled upon a website that talks about the Filipino Pantheon and the various gods worshipped by the ancient Filipinos (Philippine citizens). I became fascinated, and then the next thing I knew, this is what I wanted to write about for my first story. Just want to say that before that, I was really into Xuanhuan, Cultivation stories (Chinese web novel genres), which was roughly translated/called Eastern Fantasy by many people.

The holographic system hummed to life, projecting a three-dimensional image of Carlos Rodriguez in the center of the room. "If you're seeing this, then I have failed," the projection began, Carlos's familiar commanding presence filling the space. "And you, my family, are now the last line of defense against what's coming." Alex's throat tightened at the sight of his father—so lifelike, yet only a ghost of data and light. "The Ascendance Group has existed in secret for generations," Carlos continued. "Founded by seven visionaries who believed humanity's future required guidance—their guidance. My brother-in-law, Marcel DuPont, provided the scientific breakthrough they needed: targeted genetic

"Wait!" Hayley called out to the starry-eyed man. "What exactly is Ascendant Creed trying to do?" The man stopped, something heavy settling across his expression. "Ascendant Creed's goal is evolution. Stop going up against them. Even if you destroy the Sovereign Academy, the Sovereign Research Institute, or Sovereign Industries, you still won't touch their core. Those are just the surface. Go back and lie low. Stay away from them." He finished and walked straight toward the helicopter behind him, its engine still running. The rotors thundered as it lifted off and disappeared into the distance.

It was exactly what they always built. Marcus gave me a small, encouraging nod. We weren't enemies. But today, we were competitors. "Sterling & Cross builds monuments," I acknowledged, turning back to Eleanor. "And they are exceptional at it. But Stone Design Studio builds ecosystems. You asked for a space that reflects the twenty-first century's relationship with nature. This is it." I looked around the room. Two years ago, I would have been terrified to speak against the giants of the industry. I would have crumbled under the weight of my own imposter syndrome.

Isadora: Accult History was held in the east wing of Ashwyck, buried in a stone hall with Gothic windows that spilled grey light over long oak desks. The room smelled like ink, iron, and old secrets. It reminded me of a tomb that still remembered the warmth of those buried in it. Appropriate, I supposed, for a class about the first interspecies wars and the Blood Accord that birthed the High Table. I took a seat at the back. Last row, far corner. My spine pressed against the cold wall, notebook open, pen poised. I hadn’t spoken to anyone since lunch. Loralie had gone off to Divination. I had walked here alone, footsteps echoing.

"stand up let's go Stefan. I need to take you to the SMS cosmetic compan y and see things by yourself.*. He shrugged at me as I stood up in excitement and followed him out