Neon Nostrade の小説・ストーリー

A tall man with grey hair and chiselled jawline walked in. He was dressed in a suit, holding an Ipad in his hand. “ Good morning Lycan Christen.” The tall man supposed to be Neon bowed his head. “ Good morning. What's on my schedule today?” Lycan Christen asked. “ You have a press conference at NY media today.” Neon replied. Lycan Christen nodded and headed towards the bathroom to take his bath. “ Whose $500 bill is this?” Neon asked, looking at the money sprawled on the bed.

Nаtаlіе walks mе thrоugh what thеу knоw about Blake and Nеоn’ѕ rеlаtіоnѕhір, аnd dеtаіlѕ оf Neon thаt may nоt be соmmоn knоwlеdgе and thіngѕ lіkе fоrmеr аddrеѕѕеѕ, іnfоrmаtіоn аbоut hеr fаmіlу, рrіоr hеаlth соndіtіоnѕ аnd рrеѕсrірtіоn drugѕ ѕhе tаkеѕ. I’m nоt sure whу, but I’m ѕtаrtіng tо ріtу Nеоn. Shе’ѕ been іn аnd out оf fоѕtеr hоmеѕ and juvеnіlе dеtеntіоn, ѕееm ѕ to lіvе оff prescription drugѕ, hаѕ a сrіmіnаl rесоrd a mіlе lоng, аnd іѕ well known tо thе NYPD аnd thе Dераrtmеnt оf Sосіаl Sеrvісеѕ.

Patel called on Kathleen. “Ms. Turner,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “Can you explain the role of NADH in the electron transport chain?” Kathleen straightened up, flipping her hair like that would magically give her the answer. “Uh… it’s… like, it carries electrons? To make ATP or something?” Mr. Patel sighed. “No. Anyone else?” My hand went up before I could stop it. “Mia?” he said, nodding. “NADH donates electrons to the chain at complex one,” I said. “It gets oxidized to NAD+, and the electrons move through the complexes, pumping protons and eventually driving ATP synthase.”

The morning sun climbed higher over the city skyline, baking the floor-to-ceiling glass panes of Vance Sterling’s private study until the air felt heavy and charged with static. Noah sat behind the heavy obsidian desk, the smooth glass surface reflecting the stark, clinical glow of his open laptop. His fingers danced across the keys with an automated, fluid precision, pulling up the deep logistical networks of the Hayes Group’s shipping subsidiaries. Every line of data he unmasked represented another wire holding Adrian’s empire together. Every file he copied was another scissor cut to those wires.

She paused, then added the kicker. "Marcus's business partner will be there. Noah West? Marcus says he's a total genius. Dropped out of MIT to build the startup? He's a billionaire now. Featured in Forbes 30 Under 30. Since you’re so into... computers and stuff, I thought you’d want to meet him." My heart skipped a beat. Noah West. The CEO of NeXus. The man who wrote the kernel code for the Titan engine when he was nineteen. He was intense, driven, and notoriously private. I’d studied his code like other women studied scripture.

Why does everyone think I stole it or picked it up from the floor? He looked at me with disbelief and scoffed. “What the fuck do you mean he gave it to you himself? Bro, this is the CEO of NNF.” “What’s NNF?” “Noctis Nero Films. An Italy-based film production company.” “Huh!?” I snatched the card from him to confirm what he was saying. There it was, boldly written: Rowen Regnald, CEO of Noctis Nero Films. “What?! He’s Italian?!” I snapped at Dave.

She's just too cowardly to approach and talk to a girl that she really likes and hates when a girl or guy will approach her that she doesn’t have a preference for. Yep, she is a lesbian, and she is my only cousin, Shane Karla Knight. She told me about her sexuality four years ago, and I don't hate her. She's my cousin, my only friend, best friend, sister, and at the same time, my boss. She owns the club, and it is named after her family, The Knight’s Club. And this is one of the most famous clubs around the city, and lots of people are coming here. I started being a DJ here when I was still fifteen, and the people love me and my music.