Female Prometheus Engineer Novels & Stories

Every shift in her seat reminded her how sore she was—deliciously used. At 11:47 AM, her assistant burst in. “Ma’am… three of our top engineers just resigned. They’re going to Blackthorn International. Double the salary and… signed NDAs mentioning ‘personal incentives.’” Sera’s blood ran cold. That bastard worked fast. Her phone lit up again. **Lucien:** *Corporate warfare is foreplay, Seraphina. Come to my office tonight and I’ll show you how I reward good girls who know when to submit.*

"Alone, like we requested. Says he has three hours before his people start wondering where he is." "Three hours is enough." Dimitri checked his gun....loaded, safety on, comfortable weight against his ribs. "You confirmed the intel about his wife?" "Triple confirmed. She is receiving treatment at Ospedale San Giovanni. The facility has direct ties to Prometheus Laboratories, equipment, funding, personnel. She's not just a patient. She's a test subject." Marco pulled up medical records. "Stage 4 ovarian cancer. Experimental immunotherapy protocol. Survival rate unknown because they're still testing it. On her."

"Say it. Authorization code Prometheus-Omega-7-7-4." "Author... ization code... Prome..." Her voice faded. Her eyes closed. "No!" I shook her gently. "Stay awake! Say it!" "Luna," Theo said urgently. "Seven minutes." Vex's eyes fluttered open one last time. With her final breath, she whispered: "Prometheus... Omega... seven... seven... four." The computer beeped. Processing voice authorization. Please wait. Six minutes, thirty seconds. "Come on," Xavier growled. "Come on!"

Abilities active and controlled because transformation completion included training protocols embedded at neural level. I was prototype. Fully realized. Completely evolved. Absolutely trapped in existence I couldn't escape. Subject Seven stared. "Eva?" "I'm here. I'm whole. I'm—" I looked at my hands. At the quantum energy that flickered naturally. At the body that had become weapon whether I wanted it or not. "I'm what Elena designed. What The Council wants. What Prometheus wants. What everyone wants except me." Outside, vehicles approached. Council on one side. Prometheus on the other. Both converging on location where fully realized Generation One prototype existed. Both ready to capture.

Without another word, he carried Hayley and jumped into the elevator shaft. The instant he entered the shaft, the entire underground headquarters began to shake violently. Amid the deafening roar of collapsing metal and concrete, the lower levels disintegrated beneath the water like scattered toy blocks. One floor after another collapsed into the sea below. His earpiece crackled with one final message from the three remaining Prometheus members. "Boss... Make sure the fire survives." All of them died. Or maybe none of them had ever planned to make it out alive in the first place.

"And something else. Something about genetic modification. Enhancement protocols beyond what they did to me." Maria's intake of breath was sharp enough to cut. "Project Prometheus. The next phase." At our questioning looks, she elaborated, "Michael mentioned it once. Said it would make human evolution look like a rough draft." The sun cleared the horizon fully now, flooding the cliffside with golden light that felt incongruously beautiful given the darkness of our conversation. Griffin stretched in the warmth like a cat, momentarily just a teenage boy enjoying the simple pleasure of sunshine. "So," he said with the pragmatism that reminded me of both his parents, "Switzerland?"

The tension was palpable as everyone worked under the weight of the recent threats. One of the engineers, a young woman named Clara, approached Paulina with a cautious smile. “I’ve been working on integrating the latest schematics into the system,” Clara said, holding up a tablet. “We’re making progress, but we’ll need more data to complete the energy matrix.” Paulina reviewed the work, her admiration for the team’s dedication growing. “You’ve done incredible work, Clara. Keep pushing forward. We’re close I can feel it.” Clara nodded, her determination matching Paulina’s. “We won’t let you down.”

“Keep talking.” Solaris snapped her fingers. “Chief Engineer!” A woman in her late thirties jogged over, dark hair tied back with a gold strip, eyes sharp and tired. “High Monarch.” Solaris gestured to Alessia. “You will brief them on WING-01. Give them all you can spare.” The engineer nodded once, then appraised the group with a swift glance. “So these are my lunatics.” Ianthe looked impressed. “She gets it.”

not unless he's injured beforehand. "You three, take your seats." Apollo suddenly ordered us. We are like robots sitting in empty chairs. The prime minister is frowning and he sat back in his chair after we sat down. He's acting suspiciously. "Before we start, this is our Prime Minister Montague. He's here for a huge project." Apollo said and he looked back at the prime minister. "Your excellency, this is Ales Condor, Alessia Andromeda Condor, and Khleo Zalleon. They are the best engineers in the association. I am confident that they are the perfect fit for the huge project." He proudly stated while looking at the prime minister.

“No. It’s okay, Engineer Sean. You’re beautiful and sexy. Even I was speechless because you look so hot in that black robe.” El Sandra hissed in a low voice. I chuckled slightly, glancing at El Sandra. “Aw, thank you, Beverly.” "Just Bev, Engineer Sean. Actually, I’m a big fan of yours. That’s why I also took up Civil Engineering. ‘Cause I want to follow in your footsteps." "Oh, really?” I glanced again at El Sandra, who was sitting opposite me. “I’m very flattered, Bev. I believe you can reach what I’ve achieved.”