Dax Project X Novels & Stories

While Xander was in a bad mood and almost mourning not being able to freely communicate with Lee, another man was having the time of his life laughing at the highlights on the news. Smoke filled the room as he blew the smoke remnant from his cigarette into the air making ring patterns in the process. He twirled in his chair laughing like a maniac who had just escaped from a metal asylum. This was no other than Dax. The number one rival of Alexander. He hated anything and everything good about Xander. If he couldn't steal it or acquire it by force then he would try to make it appear bad in the eyes of the public. Despite being a petty man, he was a good businessman who was a real devil when

Dax added. "That's not going to be good enough for me," I frowned. "We are hosting your graduation celebration this coming weekend, Xavier, you don't want to do this." Dax turned to Xavier. "He killed Costa, shouldn't he pay for that too?" "There has to be another way to do this." "Which way, Dax? You and I both know that he will never get arrested for anything." "There's always a loophole in everything." "Death is." Dax groaned. "I'm sick and tired of bailing your ass out when things backfire. If this backfires too, count me out." He said as he turned towards the stairs and walked away from us.

Dax is holding me. The stars are rising. And Nox is finally something. Not nothing. Something. We will wait. As long as it takes.

A woman falls into step next to us, and my hand's halfway to a knife I didn't bring before my brain catches up. Dark braid, work gloves, eyes that count exits, so at least we've got that in common. Reena. The one from the cookout who didn’t trust me worth a damn and wanted me to know it. "Didn't know we were outsourcing to humans now." "He's consulting," Dax says. "On what, drywall?" "On things that flatten cabins." She looks me over the way Dad looks over a weapon somebody else cleaned. Then she jerks a thumb at the wreck.

Dexter continued with his speech; all he said was from his heart; he didn’t need to read anything. “With the new CEO comes new rules. Here are some business plans draughted out for the empire. We call it project 2023; these are all the plans we hoped to have achieved before 2023,” he said, and the screen changed. Dexter ruled out all the plans; he has been working on this for a while. It was originally for his company, but now he is talking about some plans that have been changed. Everyone looked at it, and they smiled, especially Julius; he was proud. These are all great ideas, and he is taking the company to the next level. What more could a father ask for?

"Dax? Why?" "He asked for your patient records," Rhea said, her voice barely a whisper. "All of them, Senna. Every single records." I froze. My hands, which had been so steady with Orin, suddenly felt cold and useless. I had been planning to move the timeline, to get ahead, to beat them at their own game. But Dax wasn't just checking up on me. He wasn't just being suspicious. He was building something, and he was working faster than I had allowed for.

When he clearly mentioned drelia, I shouldn't have trusted me. Stupid me, when will I learn? Stepmom’s smile cracked. “Debt? I’m sure that’s an accounting error—” Xaden opened the file. First page. Projected on the wall behind him by some tech his enforcers set up while I was still in the attic. Numbers scrolled, red and taunting. “Project: Drelia’s Debut Gala,” he read, voice bored. “2.3 billion. Funded by Blackstone Bank. Loan terms: 14% interest. Due: 6 months ago.”

Major Mark paused looking at me as I listened with keen interest. " We're gonna make the world a better place for everyone through science. This is a scientific breakthrough and the whole world would be shocked to see us launch the very first Metahuman project" he continued. " We've carried out several successful experiments which we would love to show you if you wish" Faceless said resting back on his seat. " Well I would love to" I replied. He picked a remote control from the table and pressed a button on it. The big screen in the hall displayed several images of different people with all sorts of weird looks and forms.

The meeting began, and I prepared the slides Angel had given me for Dax’s presentation. "I’m Dax Wood. From this day on, I will be managing the company my late father left me. I will be relying on your support from now on," he said with impressive poise. The twelve higher-ups began to murmur, their disdain for Dax evident. Their words were cruel and dismissive, and I felt a surge of anger. I wished I could silence them for good. I expected Dax to falter, but his eyes held a commanding presence reminiscent of Kaiden’s.

Davis raised an eyebrow skeptically, clearly not buying our story. Ignoring Davis's skepticism, I continued with a sly grin, "Yeah, you know how intense these projects can get. We're just trying to come up with the most creative and innovative idea." Xavier chimed in, adding, "And we want to make sure our project stands out among the rest."