Nova Prime Novels & Stories

I asked, arching my brow. Nova shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t met him. I just got a call saying that you were in the hospital and just a brief explanation.” She heaved a sigh. “But when I got here, I didn’t see him. All I had was his name and all I’ve been doing since I was waiting for you to wake up was googling him. The guy is a fucking billionaire, Meadow.” Her eyes were wide with wonder as she shook her head. “I know,” I muttered.

"Sterling?" "In federal custody," Altair reported. "Nova broke his encryption in four minutes. We recovered 100% of the assets." Cyprian nodded. He looked at Nova. "You're from Sector 4," Cyprian stated. "Born and raised," Nova confirmed, meeting his grey gaze. "Can you shoot?" Cyprian asked bluntly. "Dad," Altair warned. "I can disable a tank with a laptop from three miles away," Nova answered smoothly. "Or I can drop a satellite on your head. Which do you prefer?"

Immediately after, he placed those soaking-wet fingers right onto his own tongue, locking his eyes directly onto mine as he sucked them clean with pure appetite. Yes... the biggest, most problematic glitch in the entire system was exactly this: Nova, the cybersecurity prodigy who had spent her entire life viewing men as nothing more than a redundant expenditure of calories, was long gone. In her place was a girl who had completely lost her mind, actively becoming the first one to frantically claw at his swim shorts to strip them off! Watching with absolute pleasure and supreme dominance as I practically drove myself crazy making small bounces in his lap, Matteo fiercely buried his mouth back

I answer the phone immediately saying the code we came up with so he knows to speak freely “She turns 18 tomorrow she will find her mate at midnight tonight after her first shift don’t do anything yet but keep her close grovel apologize whatever it takes just keep her close” and with that he hangs up leaving my head swimming even more and the anger even more noticeable. The door bell rings and Kelly answers it calling out food and Shannon the omega is here so I put on my best performance and get to work. Nova’s POV

PRESENT Nova The wind was cold, but I didn't move. I just stood on the balcony, leaning against the cold glass railing of my exclusive high-rise, watching the black ink of the night sky slowly bleed into a metallic gray. The glass of wine in my hand was long gone, the condensation leaving rings on the polished stone railing. I was Nova Vale, thirty years old, divorced, and standing on Billionaire's Row, exactly where Killian’s best friend always dreamed of being but could never afford.

Regardless, she draws up her iPad, my company 'NovaCore Corporation' logo imprinted on it. "Our oil supplier was... " "Which one?" I snap, my tone laden with impatience and irritation. "T- the one in the Middle East- the one providing the fuel for our sever farms, sorry Mr. Kingston," she clears her throat before she drops the bombshell. "Its been massacred." I stiffen, my fingers gradually pausing to lay flat on the table. Max stirs, growling low and deep, a gleam of crimson red glinting across my eyes before it's swallowed up.

Even Molly Vale, the one who had driven me to break up with him and leave, had only held his interest for a few days. Soon, he thought all the women were boring and found himself thinking about me again. Sure, he'd gotten tired of me sometimes after eight years together. But I was like the air he breathed, and he only realized how essential it was after it was gone. Caesar held the repaired wedding dress, unconsciously smiling. When I came back, he would officially propose to me! He paid and was leaving when his phone suddenly started buzzing. "Norton?" "Caesar, there's something I need to tell you. I don't know if it's true, but everyone's saying they spotted Miranda in Snowcall."

I just want to know who he is. “You think? You need to tell me everything you know about that night-“ “Oh crap, my job. It’s been over a week,” I say, the sudden terror consuming me. I’m not even considered about being immortal, but I am concerned about losing the new job promotion that I was meant to start over a week ago. “I was meant to start my new position and now Noah is going to fire me.” Cian looks shocked that it’s even at the forefront of my mind right now, but I’m not going to pretend like I wasn’t riding on that promotion. “Abella, none of that matters anymore. You belong here, in the immortal realm.”

she asks offering her hand for me to shake “You are correct” I say shaking her hand and frowning a little at Leanna who tries to step closer to inspect the woman in front of me. “I’m Nova, I am brand new and I have to register and I wont lie, I’ve been a little sheltered until now, so this is a lot!” I offer a small laugh in an attempt to hide that I may have just overshared with a stranger. But something about the short, slim girl with curly hair in front of me makes me feel comfortable.

the AI responds just before a brief pause. “Results indicate that the license plate number is one belonging to a Selena Stone. According to her Ohio driver’s license she is a twenty-nine-year-old African American female, black hair, brown eyes, six feet tall one hundred ninety-five pounds her birthday is November twelfth nineteen ninety-one, would you like me to continue?” the system blurts out in a calculating tone. “Mecca where is she located now?” I ask the AI all to desperate to find her. Selena, that was her name it was a kind sweet name it suited her.