Metropolis Prime Novels & Stories

It only made them want to be around the Prime the more. Heartbroken—I'm totally calling her that now—had tears running down her cheeks freely by now. Half of me couldn't believe her. The Prime Empire used girls for a living. They found it fun. Like a sport. They loved drama and stirring it. She must have been very blind to have fallen for their twisted shenanigans.

“Metropolis has been in an unstable state while Strix is away to recuperate from his illness. Some ambitious members even have started to make their movements as they want to seize Strix's position and assets. Strix's monopoly business in Morwich has left him with huge assets, and it’s a huge pie that anyone would like to take a bite of. If Strix has an accident, Metropolis will be torn apart.” Maisie frowned. Strix's group was the largest in North Ancora. He did not have any children in his life, so many people were interested in his position and his huge fortune. After all, no one could resist such a big pie. Maisie picked up her cup and asked, “There are other forces targeting Metropolis?

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“Monroe buried the primary access behind multiple biometric failsafes—linked to him and you.” Aurora’s gaze flicked between Damien and Prime. “So either you override the system…” “Or he does,” Damien finished grimly. The pod hissed again, the fluid beginning to drain. Prime’s form rose, unbothered by gravity, landing barefoot on the steel platform. Naked, expressionless, and terrifyingly calm. Prime stepped forward, movements fluid but mechanical, like a man who hadn’t yet remembered how to be human. Damien stepped between him and the others.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

he paused, looking around the room, "It is an honor to get married to a Bianchi, joining our families together through a marriage alliance which eventually brings both sides of our families together, the bratva and the Italians." "I know for generations our side has been at war with one another but then the war and the killings minimized as our last leader agreed to a truce. But this," he looked down at our intertwined hands, "this makes us stronger in one another. And I promise to take care of your princess." he looked at me. "I promise that no harm will come near her, I'd protect her with my life. I will guard hers even in the face of danger and harm." He finally looked back at the crowd,

It sat squarely in the center of the irradiated deserts of the North American continent. "And the capital," Kara whispered. "Sector Prime, USA Wastes. This is where the distress beacon was ultimately routed. It is the Global Command Hub. It houses the Prime Administrator—the master AI that controls the localized Admins. If the regional Admins are regional managers, the Prime Admin is the CEO. And we just burned down one of its branch offices." Ren stared at the four pulsing red dots. The sheer scale of the enemy was paralyzing. "They know we're here," Ren said, his tactical mind overriding the exhaustion that threatened to pull him under. "How long until they mobilize a retaliation fleet?"

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l

Capital City, a city with a long history and rich culture. It was also ranked as the world's largest international metropolis. In recent years, due to the geographical location of Springfield, its economy had gradually begun to catch up with Capital City, but Capital City's overall ranking as the world's number one metropolis was still unbreakable. When David arrived in Capital City, he did not contact the Special Task Force and Falcon immediately since it was already evening. Instead, he planned to go to a hotel, rest for a night, and then contact them the next day.

We were in Shorecrest. Giant green 50s light posts came into view and kept cascading down a long drive was that led us to giant black gates of one of the most exclusive properties in all of Metro Heights – Wu Manor. A giant mansion, among three, that sat on top of the highest points in Shorecrest, where lavish parties for diplomats, royals and only 2 percent of the socialite group of Metro Heights was invited and only 0.05 percent of colleagues, partners and “others” were lucky to be invited and tonight I was one of them. Here only the rich of the rich rub elbows, and those who wanted to talk to the rich could potentially look at those elbows. This was my time. This city is cut throat and m