My Engineer The Series Novels & Stories

“Yes, Bri. The guy we chose was not for nothing. Actually, that man is super handsome, yet yummy! After all, he is an Engineer!” I raised my head when I heard what this Engineer said. It's really quick to grab my attention every time the word Engineer is mentioned. I thought for a few seconds. "I still don't want to!" I have a hard harvest. Not because it was an Engineer, I will allow them to give it to me. I only want one Engineer so I still won’t show up on that blind date! But they are too strong compared to me. They both took me by the arm and got me up from lying on the bed.

Not inherit money or has a trust fund, coming from a wealthy, influenced family? Not the average romance novel main character? He's an Engineer too? Really? Climbing the ladder from an Engineer to a Country Manager when he's only 39, seriously? He's that good at his work? "Soph, your turn." Demi elbows me when the whole audience is focusing on me, waiting for me to introduce myself. Apparently in this company, we make it a habit to go round the table to inform our name and designation before proceed with the discussion. "Er hi," I nervously greet the audience and realise he too is looking at me as the rest of them. Though this time in a dangerous way, like he's about to crush me from the lie

He pressed the remote again and pointed at Eugene again. I turned my eyes back to him and saw that even without his feet and his blood gushing out of his leg, he was still trying to get out of the warehouse. But behind him, there was a red light that was slowly approaching him. I think he didn’t notice it himself. He was too busy trying his best to survive but before he could even reach the door, that red light changed its form from a simple line into a net and chopped off his body into pieces. “What the hell?” I immediately looked at Jyn. “Did Dad create that weapon?”

the lead engineer said, his head hanging low, shoulders heavy with the weight of responsibility. Adrian’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to the main console, his fingers flexing unconsciously at his sides. “Do whatever it takes. Don’t let them succeed,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. “Yes, sir!” they chorused, fingers flying over keyboards like a well-oiled machine, tracking, countering, defending. “What is going on?” one of the engineers asked, barely keeping pace with the flurry of alerts. “I think someone else has taken control,” that not possible. the lead engineer replied, glancing at Adrian with a mixture of awe and apprehension. “Whoever this person is… t

Through every wolf standing in the clearing. Through every engineer gripping unstable devices. Through Serik’s massive frame beside her. Connection. Not mechanical. Alive. The predator’s tendril tightened— Then faltered. It had expected uniform resistance. It encountered layered will. Ardyn barked, “Layer three!” The engineers released the final harmonic band — chaotic, unpredictable, built from randomized frequency clusters. The lattice shimmered wildly. To an outside system, it would look unstable. Unsafe to consume. The predator pushed once more. Hard.

To me, it's magic. I pass by the large double steel doors, breathing in the distinct iron and garage scent that permeates the huge open work area. Nodding to a few of the construction guys and our foreman trying to wrangle the latest machine into submission, I put on the mandatory protective eye gear. I grab a pair of gloves and swat the guy on the other side of the sliding doors instead of wearing them. Tommy, the Senior Engineer, startles and almost drills a hole through his hand. His Abercombrie look fools people into believing he's one of those finance guys obsessed with stocks and investment.

watch. He had been keeping tabs on the Assistant Engineer for ten days now. And he had worked hard to make sure the engineer was the man for him. He had tailed him, filmed him even watched him make love to cheap whores near the shuttle stations. Time spent to be certain he was right. He couldn’t be wrong. Not after he had made himself a vigilante on the darknet, an email away. He didn’t charge anything for the service he provided to law abiding demiliens. But the request should be genuine. He made sure of that. In the 45 cases in the last six and a half years, or may be 55, he didn’t keep count, he had always made sure. He couldn’t afford to be sloppy. Every step must be perfect. And tonigh

"I can feel it. The air... it’s wrong." "She is not being hurt; she is being Measured," the Engineer countered. "We are currently passing her frequency through a series of salt-baths to determine her maximum resonant output. But the girl is unstable. She seeks a 'Target.' She seeks the baseline she grew up with. She seeks you."

I went back to cleaning, forcing myself to concentrate on the work. I glanced at one of the engineers nearby, a young man who had been crouched over a car part, carefully inspecting it. He looked tired and drained, like the rest of us, but I walked over anyway. “Hey," I whispered, keeping my voice low. “Do you… do you know what he meant about his sister being in town, that she was the only one who could do this?” He paused for a moment, straightening slowly and wiping sweat from his forehead. He shook his head “Honestly… no. I don’t know, none of us really know. And… I wouldn’t bother trying to figure it out either," he answered quietly.

[The Engineer] Sebastian crawled into the engine compartment. It was hot, loud, and reeked of gasoline. He saw the problem instantly. The fuel injector was shattered. It was a complex mechanical failure. Most people would give up. But Sebastian Sterling had built nuclear reactors. He had designed aero-engines. This was child's play. "Tube!" he shouted. Harper ripped a piece of rubber seal from the window frame and handed it to him. "Hold the light steady!" Sebastian yelled at Braun. His hands were shaking from his neurological condition. He couldn't thread the screw. Damn it. Not now.