Elon Musk Novels & Stories

“Carter and car award.” This time, her eyeballs nearly fell out of their sockets. He wasn't the manager or some ranch hand or random hired help. He was Carter Williamson, owner and CEO of W Motors, makers of the fastest electric cars on the planet. She'd assumed he was a random employee, but instead, he was the freaking billionaire owner. Mia sank down a little lower in her very worn seat as she scanned his bio. She skimmed the article, trying to read it as quickly as possible before the kids got out of school.

But he's no gonzo inventor–he's Maurice Hart, head of Research and Development for Neuroworks, a trillion-dollar tech titan. Now this human is sitting in front of me, claiming he’s invented a collar–a fucking collar–that will stop a wolf from shifting. It allegedly works by disrupting electrical impulses in the brain. He’s explaining all this to me very excitedly, so pleased with himself. Maurice hands me the silver collar. It doesn’t look like a totally janky piece of shit, unfortunately. It’s smooth and cold and looks legit. “Let’s take it for a test drive,” I say.

“Apart from his connection to Olive—and causing the trigger that led Leo to… hurt me—he’s been nothing but nice. Extremely affectionate, attentive. Sometimes overwhelmingly so.” “That’s… good. That’s good,” Musa said thoughtfully. “So, what does he do?” “He’s a voice actor, ‘for fun,’ as he puts it. His wealth is mostly generational. He’s also a gym rat. Built like a Hulk.” “Isn’t that concerning?” He asked with a raised brow. "What?" "Don't ask as though you are a kid, you know what I mean...He is huge...Can you handle that". He said with a smug grin.

Musk Company Internal Group Chat Employee 1: DID EVERYONE JUST SEE THAT??? Employee 2: That was Miss Amara??? Employee 3: No way. That's not the same person. Employee 4: I thought she was supposed to be shy and weak? Employee 5: Weak people don't walk into headquarters like they own the building Employee 6: Technically... she does own the building now. Employee 7: Why was nobody talking when she walked past? Employee 8: Because I suddenly forgot how to speak.

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

S. Down a level are other billionaires and captains of industry – a little less well-known to the average American, but if you read the news regularly, you know who they are. Jeff Bezos, founder and CEO of A****n.com. Larry Page and Sergey Brin, the creators of G****e. Elon Musk, co-founder of P****l and the CEO of Tesla Motors. Tim Cook, CEO of Apple. Larry Ellison, CEO of Oracle and one of the richest men in the world.

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

Dennis rested his back against the table as he began. "The origin of Item 13 goes back to a man named Ernest Ruskin..." Ernest Ruskin was a chemical engineer who lived in Moscow during the time of the Soviet Union. He was closely in association with the government at that time and worked as lead scientist on a number of projects for them, including one codenamed Prevoskhda. The project was aimed at creating a weapon that would have the capability to cause irreparable damage to the enemy at just one strike and thus, gift the Soviet Union swift victory in battle.