Novelas y relatos de Neon Nostrade

"My place has security. 24/7. Gated garage. You and Mia stay tonight. We'll sort the rest in the morning." Elena had packed a quick overnight bag while Damian waited in the living room, scrolling his phone with a face like thunder. Theo's rumor was gaining traction, anonymous posts on industry boards calling her agency "unreliable" and hinting at "CEO drama." Sterling Creative was winning the narrative before the Horizon campaign even launched. The doors opened directly into the penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering Chicago skyline. Marble floors, minimalist furniture in charcoal and cream, art that probably cost more than her apartment. A faint scent of leather and c

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

Neon sticks glowed in the dark, it was 12, that's when the nights began at everyone's place to be. The place was packed with drunk club goers, they could barely move from one point to another, it would be so easy to get lost in the jungle of people. Brad held her hand firmly, hooked her arm around his, "Don't let go ... okay? We'll lose each other in the crowd." He seemed to know his way around the place.

TIME: DAY 19 OF EXILE, 13:00 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 6 - THE NEON SQUARE. STATUS: RESPITE. The Neon Square was designed to be a monument to corporate invincibility. It was an expanse of flawless white marble and polished chrome, larger than four city blocks, bordered by high-end luxury boutiques and manicured, synthetic botanical gardens. Now, it looked like the staging ground for the apocalypse.

She bit her lip and reluctantly nodded. I smiled and thanked her as I positioned near the microphone. “Mic test, mic test.” I started. “Hello everyone. This is Nero Nicholas Bennett of the Beach House Chain of Resorts and Hotels. I am speaking as of the moment to call the attention of my girlfriend, Miss Kinsella Annabelle Sloane. Baby, are you here?”

I rubbed my eyes as I listened to him ramble. "What's going on, Nico? I don't have time for this," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. "What’s bothering you? " He chuckled. I clenched my jaw and growled softly. He stopped chuckling, and I sighed. "I'm going to visit Valentina's dad. " "I see. I just wanted to warn you that Eve will be at Davide's gala. I found out only recently. Apparently, she's engaged to a drug dealer named Brady Neon," Nico said.

Nevaeh smiled radiantly at the elegant, handsome man before her. Her eyes shimmered with captivating charm. "Hello." Nick smiled warmly, giving her hand a brief shake before releasing it. After the polite exchange, Nick didn't speak further or ask for her name, prompting Nevaeh to introduce herself. "I'm Nevaeh Sorensen, CEO of Franco Tech." "I see." Nevaeh had done her homework before tonight. She knew Nick was an AI prodigy with a single-minded devotion to technology. Former university acquaintances summed him up in a handful of words: brilliant, reserved, attractive, kind, as well as distant.

"Eva, go to the front of that shop over there and fetch me the latest design by Henderson. It's called the 'Azure Elegance.' Make sure you get the right size." I nodded briskly, my mind focused on the task at hand. The mention of Henderson's name sent a pang of curiosity through me. What was it about this specific design that piqued Mrs. Mae's interest? Nevertheless, I suppressed my questions and quickly set off towards the designated shop. As I hurried closer to the shop, my steps quickened with anticipation. However, my eyes widened in disbelief as I caught sight of Nate, Mrs. Mae's son, entering a sleek car alongside a mysterious woman. The sight struck me like a lightning bolt, momentari

Nolan then left for Washinton after his family moved. “Nolan Stoll?” Kate asked again, utterly unsure. Nolan was a nerd who was bullied a lot during high school. Kate and Carlos always defended him, and that was how they became friends with him. The Nolan they knew in the past wore huge spectacles. He had braces, and he always had his hair brushed up. He was thin, and despite his intelligence, he was never sure about himself. However, the man standing before them exuded confidence. He wore no glasses, and he gave off a mischievous smile. He was now the CEO of one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the US, Medkline Stoll Pharma.

Damien nodded his head and left from there with a proud smirk. "I am Keli, make up artist of Romano Enterprisers." Keli introduced her while walking upstairs. "Nice to meet you Keli. I am Celestine." They both exchanged pleasantries and Keli start doing her magic...