My Engineer The Series Novels & Stories

And this thought was enough to crumble his heart into pieces. That was the last day they cried. The last day they felt weak. The last step they put on their dead souls. They emerged and rose. They excelled in their fields. And by chance and hard work, they ended up being Engineers. Same field. ******* Emerson was their biggest strength. He worked hard. Study and start a small workshop for auto robotics, with the help of three friends. They spent days and nights together working sweat. It was the time when Fletcher was in the last semester of his Master’s program. He had invested in Giles chain of Hospitals, dealing with surgical instruments and medical supplies, dealing in hardware.

Their education, their requirements. Natasha, his princess, she was a qualified mechanical engineer. Just like papa Noah. Yes she started calling him Papa Noah. She was a junior in his firm. Learning everything from scratch. Alexander, Alex, he was an engineer too. But he had a year to graduate. Noah was a successful businessman. His business expanded to facilitate and accommodate more employees. Being the market stimulator, his name was listed in top 5 rich men in the country. Ford. He was a top notch in demand surgeon. But on call. He would only deal with the cases that are highly emergency. Else he would just visit the hospital to guide the staff.

Charles added. Josh wanted to say something but I stopped him. I needed to win their trust on my own if I was going to be working with them. “I totally understand how you all feel. Especially you, Miss Selena,” I looked at the beautiful lady. “But please know I’m not here to steal anyone’s spot. I’ve worked in engineering all my life and the very tech you guys are working on, it was I who drafted the core magnum that it runs on.” I revealed.

He managed to flag down a young engineer, whose face was streaked with sweat and concrete dust. “Pardon me, boy,” the old man wheezed, tugging hesitantly at the sleeve of the engineer’s uniform. “What is it you build here? Another vanity project? A prison for those who cannot pay taxes? We have seen palaces. We have seen prisons.” The engineer, wiping his brow with the back of a gloved hand, paused his work. He looked at the old man, and his smile, though tired, was genuine. “Not a palace, sir,” the engineer replied, pointing to the immense, looming wall that had materialized seemingly overnight. “A fortress. One designed to keep this land—and your family—safe when the Battle Star Empire dec

"Why are you following me? Aren't you supposed to be working?" Realizing the issue, the engineer smiled, backed up, and left. "Nicole, who's that guy and what's his deal? Why is he acting like a dog when it sees its master?" Carl glanced at the engineer, and back at Nicole. "You know the engineer to whom I've taught a lesson? He's the one." Carl nodded in understanding and directed his gaze at the equipment. "What are these machines producing?" She looked at him and beckoned him to come along. "Follow me."

"Perhaps Ms. Kane could address these technical concerns? Although, with her background in, what was it before Victoria Kane adopted you? Fashion marketing? she might want to defer to actual engineers." The deliberate slight hung in the air. Camille felt anger flash but contained it, studying the diagrams with calm consideration. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Preston," she said coolly. "May I ask about the source of these analyses?" Herod shrugged. "The engineers prefer to remain anonymous, fearing professional repercussions." "I understand completely," Camille replied. "Dr. Zhao, would you join us please?" Hannah crossed to the podium. Camille introduced her: "Dr. Hannah Zhao, chief engi

“Are you seriously suggesting my son is dangerous? He’s sick! He needs help, not your baseless accusations.” “Madam,” Dennis said, raising his hands in a placating gesture, “I understand your concern. But I have a responsibility to ensure our safety. We can’t afford to take risks.” --- The room fell into tense silence until Joseph stepped forward, his face drawn and resolute. “The serum Luke was injected with isn’t some half-baked experiment,” he began, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. “It’s the completed version of Engineer Akinyemi’s research.”

he muttered after a moment, "for a guy who never sleeps, you sure love making the rest of us suffer with these damn stairs." I ignored him. The corridor opened into the main hall, where the wide elevator doors stood at the far end. The hum of conversation reached my ears before I even saw the workers. As I approached, I found the engineers finishing up. There were five of them in navy blue uniforms, and they were packing their toolkits. Their leader, Vance, smiled as he noticed me. "Everything good?" I asked, stopping a few feet away. Vance gave a sharp nod. "Yeah, all set. Ran the tests, no issues. Should be smooth from here on out."

A fierce glint appeared in my eyes as I replied, "I'm going on a vermin hunt. I only caught one of them in my past life—I'm taking them all down this time." I finally arrived at the third basement level, where the air in the energy core room was thick with the scent of ozone. I stealthily peered through the ventilation grating, noticing that a man in an engineer's fatigues was working frantically at the console. It was none other than George Ziegler, the architect of the chaos and Jeremiah's former mentee.

It was the fire he had ignited in her. "I'm an engineer, Killian," she said, her voice growing bolder. "I don't like leaving projects unfinished. And the Phoenix Protocol—this new trust of yours—it’s going to need someone who understands the technical side of the Atuabo valves. Someone who isn't afraid to tell the CEO when he’s wrong." A slow, genuine smirk spread across Killian’s face—the first one she had ever seen. It reached his eyes, turning the amber to gold. "Is that an application for a job, Miss Vance?"