Beyond Magenta の小説・ストーリー

He refused to look at Jaxon’s smug face. “I hate tardiness, I despise people who are not confident, I despise laziness, I hate people who can't see faults in their work because that's how you know you're on the right path, I love results. Start with the Helix Project." Mia tapped her tablet, and the central display shifted. "Phase Two of Helix—our AI-driven analytics platform—is ahead of schedule. However, Intelisync filed a provisional patent for similar functionality last week. It overlaps with our predictive modeling algorithms."

"Maybe you're overthinking this, Mike. You know people do have doppelgangers, and what if you meeting her is just a mere coincidence? I really don't think you need bother yourself with this. She may look like May, and also bear the same name as her, but you must know that she isn't our May. May is—" "I know, Alicia." Mike calmly interrupted her. "I know she's gone and she's never coming back. There's no way she must have magically returned to earth because this isn't a fantasy book or a movie." He smiled sadly. "What was I even thinking? I didn't go to London because of this."

Aranya meant everything to her. For a mother there's nothing which is beyond her child's happiness and Aarunya was an exception. She could do anything for her child, she would do anything for her child, for his happiness and for her freedom. She was willing to do anything in the past and she is still capable of breaking the cruel Chains of her destiny to give her son a future without the vengeful man who shattered and bruised her to such an extent.

Her nails—lacquered obsidian—tapped twice against the wheel. Then she pulled away from the curb like a queen riding into war. The ride to Staten Island took just under an hour. The facility she funded was nestled behind a gated perimeter, veiled in anonymity. To the outside world, it was just another biotech institute in a borough that people barely paid attention to. But to those on the inside—like Beth—it was a temple of psychological manipulation, cutting-edge memory technology, and unregulated potential. The guard at the gatehouse recognized her car immediately. No ID check. No words. Just a nod and the slow rise of the security barrier.

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

Magenta. "I know that you might have a lot of fear inside you. It's never easy to get rid of those, I know but if you're not going to chase your dreams, who is going to do it for you? Your mail man? Your dishwasher? The people around you? No. There will not be anyone to chase your dreams for you. Always remember that." I said and before leaving the podium, "Go beyond your boundaries, you will never regret it." * * * "I'm sorry if we were late. You know already that I am managing this painting org for children. I couldn't leave as soon as I want." Dandara said to start off our conversation.

They all hear my thoughts? "Yes" they say in unison. “Just Roman, Sebastian and I though," Catherine adds. “We are lycans. We can hear anyone's thoughts from a close range though." She shrugs. Yes, lycans are the highest ranking werewolves with super abilities. Damn! “Let's play a game!" Roman suggests beside his mate, causing Catherine's eyes to sparkle with excitement. "Yes, let's play a game of tag!" she exclaims, grinning like a child.

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"Why would Vintner Corporation be interested in investing in a bankrupt company like ours?" He leaned against my desk, looking at me intently. "Let's just say I see potential in Nexus Enterprises, and I believe I can help turn things around." I narrowed my eyes at him. "And what's in it for you?" A hint of amusement danced in his eyes. "I can make your company rise from the ashes, Miss Muller, in less than three months." I leaned back in my chair, studying him carefully. "That's a bold claim. How do you plan to do that?"