Genesis Lovely Novels & Stories

"Hey, beautiful! Good morning!" By the Moon Goddess! I just realized that Genesis likes Bernice, too. What am I supposed to do now?

she said cryptically. “Not yet? Are you saying I will be back to ask more questions?” “Yes. You need time to process everything now, though.” “I only want revenge.” “Revenge is a double-edged sword, Luna. You must walk a fine balance. In the meantime, these pills will help you not talk in your sleep. You will still dream, though.” “What is your name?” I asked. She smiled. “I’m Genessa. Genie for short. Pun is absolutely intended.”

She grabbed her diamond-encrusted phone off the nightstand and bypassed Julian entirely, using a dark-web contact she had paid heavily the night before to secure a direct, encrypted line to the Genesis Institute. **The View From Olympus** Thousands of miles away, safe within the impenetrable, glass-walled command center of Genesis Island, Elara sat back in her custom-tailored leather chair. She swirled a cup of black coffee, her eyes fixed on the massive holographic displays projecting the real-time destruction of Sterling Enterprises. The red lines on the stock charts plummeted like jagged lightning strikes.

“Finally home,” Giselle sang and chuckled to herself before turning off the engine. Undoing the seatbelt, she alighted her brand-new Mercedes. Her gaze sparkled as they raked over her giant opulent possession. It was the latest model and she was able to get her hands on it. Tracing her fingers over the tinted windows, she smiled and headed inside her apartment. The bounce in her walk exuded her joy. Instilling the key in the hole, she twisted the knob and entered her room which was swathed with darkness. Giselle stretched her hand to turn on the switches and then proceeded to lock the door. Stepping out of her heels, she jogged to the living room.

“A missing piece.” Evelyn shook her head. “That’s impossible.” He finally turned toward her, eyes dark with knowledge she didn’t want to hear. “Evelyn, Genesis wasn’t born from a machine. It was born from human data, neural mapping, psychological imprints, stolen identity frameworks, black-market tech no one was supposed to use.” He exhaled sharply. “I didn’t realize how deep it went.” “What does that mean?” “It means Genesis and everything that followed may have fragments of human personalities in it.” He held her gaze. “Fragments it considers… relatives.”

Hope screamed. Not fear. Recognition. The girl who looked like her smiled wider. "You remember me now. Good. I was worried the memory wipe worked too well." "What is this?" Nickey pulled Hope behind him. "Who is she?" "I'm the first draft," the girl said. "Hope One. The original. Before your precious daughter became the perfected version. Before they gave her to you and made you believe she was special." His father stepped forward. "Her name is Genesis. She's seven years old. Been in stasis for two years because she was too powerful to control. Too violent. Too aware. But now that Hope's burned out, we need Genesis back online."

he introduces a tiny woman who comes around from behind his large frame. The first thing I notice is her large baby bump, a sudden empty feeling fills inside me but I'm quick to shove it far back in my mind. I move forward to give her a friendly hug, she smiles brightly "welcome luna Celeste" she greets sweetly. Helen is about 5'3 with jet black straight hair, her eyes are the color of honey with thick eyebrows above them, her full lips have been stretched into a smile since the moment we've arrived.

Alice said. "And I don't have a perfect family. Hell, my parents are always comparing me to my older brother, and they're not always at home. So I practically raised myself. And trust me, you don't want to be nicknamed "red" everywhere you go just because you have ginger hair," Nora said, making Alice chuckle. "And I am even jealous of you. You're like this calm, sweet girl everyone loves, and I am the trouble maker, and acing all my exams is just another distraction from the shit I call my life," Nora added.

“How many?” Subject One answered from behind them. “Not thousands.” He looked around. “Millions.” Elena approached one capsule. A young woman floated inside. A label appeared: GENESIS — ORIGINAL HUMAN TEMPLATE 000001 Elena touched the glass. The woman opened her eyes. Elena stepped backward. The woman's eyes were gold. “Mother.” The capsule opened. Liquid poured onto the floor. The woman collapsed. Elena caught her. “Who are you?” The woman looked at Elena.

A trace of panic flashed across Baby Zetty’s eyes as she said, “Are you missing her so much that you’re getting hallucinations now?” Finn restrained his thoughts and tried to brainwash himself. The granny in front of him was an 80-year-old woman. How could he compare her to the young and beautiful Baby Zetty? She was certainly not her. Baby Zetty took out an aromatic herb pouch from her bag and handed it to Finn. “This pouch is filled with detoxifying herbs. I’m giving this to you as a thank you for the delicious snacks.”