Nova Prime Novels & Stories

“You have forty-eight hours before Julian reboots the network. After that, every rogue he’s modified will come online. Thousands of them.” She tossed the drive back. “You didn’t get that from me.” “Nova,” Dante said, meeting her gaze. “Thanks.” She smirked again. “Don’t thank me yet. I expect payment. Preferably in not getting my place blown up.” Outside, the night was cold. Aiden zipped his jacket as they walked. “She’s right, you know. The Council hub’s impossible to breach.” Dante smiled without humor. “Impossible’s becoming our brand.”

~Nivea Everything was so rushed. I went home with Zane, and I gathered my whole family and we moved away from the house to a very guarded apartment. It was two times the size of our home, I was so speechless but Nova was ecstatic alongside my stepmom. I pulled Zane to the corner, “How did you get this so quickly? And how much so I can pay you back?” He scratched his head, and looked to the ground, “I own it,” he muttered.

"I think I'll go find him. Enjoy yourself tonight." I smiled at Nwabueze as Adam and I walked away. "Who was that?" I asked. "Nwabueze Oghojafor," Adam replied. "He's the Beta Superior over the African packs, based in Nigeria. His father, Orabueze, is the Alpha." I nodded. "He seemed nice." "He is," Adam said, waving at someone. "He and his father are very close allies of ours." "I thought Europe was your closest ally?" I asked, lowering my voice.

56 million, times fifty equaled over 78 million. “He’s handing over seventy-eight million in merchandise?” Tommaso answered, “You’re talking street value. He’s asking for 20G per pound, a twenty-five percent discount because we will be family.” He emphasized the word while simultaneously mocking it. “Jorge said once our soldiers get it on the streets, the clients will want more. He says his product is far and above what the Russians sell and better than our old supplier.” The office door opened and Rocco Moretti, Tommaso’s son and my sister’s husband, entered. While he was taller than his father, he was no less slimy. His gaze was on me. “You’re not backing out, are you?”

“You need money. A lot of it, I assume.” “Yes,” I said warily. “And I have a business partner,” he continued slowly, “who’s been looking for a young, respectable wife. Someone obedient. Someone who can… represent my family well.” My stomach dropped. “What are you saying?” He looked me straight in the eye. “Marry him, Nova. Do that, and I’ll pay for every hospital bill your grandmother has.” For a moment, the words didn’t register. I just stared at him, numb.

he said, handing it back to her. She played with it again until another text popped up that she tried not to read, but she did catch something about the guys making bets about whether he'd show or not. Veronica frowned, knowing she was the reason they were betting he wouldn't show. She set the phone down as they pulled up in front of an overly decorated home—the kind where the decorations have no rhyme or reason and there's big, small, multi-colored, and white lighting going on, as if they just threw every decoration they'd collected in the past twenty years onto the front lawn. "Is this his house? Noah laughed as he got out of the car. "Yep, this is the famous Bravo Christmas fiasco. It get

Boma's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the freshly inked tattoo adorning his muscular chest. Her name, 'Boma D,' intricately intertwined, with the 'D' unmistakably signifying Donovan, caught her off guard, leaving her speechless for a moment. Her gaze fixated on the new tattoo, her mind swirling with a mix of shock and emotion. A surge of surprise and warmth washed over her, accompanied by a flutter of uncertainty and curiosity. The declaration of his affection for her, etched onto his skin, was both unexpected and deeply touching. Donovan stepped closer to her and took her hand firmly in his. Usually so composed and enigmatic, he now stood before her with this intimate and perma

The worst thing imaginable is being a Ramos-Benley-Troy sandwich. I let out a breath of relief when Ramos happily obliges and takes my place beside the idiot he calls his only friend. "I love black beaches." I sigh in content and lean back on my beach towel, enjoying the contrast of the blue waters against the black sand. I'm glad Minnesota's Onyx Beach has recently been opened to the public. I gotta admit, it's in pristine condition. Still, it does not make me want to swim in the warm water, especially because this site was once used for taconite mining.

The viewer count had shattered every record: 1.8 million jealous AIs tuned in, servers around the world straining under the digital lust. Tips poured in like a waterfall of credits. Nova stood in the center of her neon-lit studio like a goddess of chrome and sin, violet eyes glowing with pure satisfaction. “Welcome to the finale, darlings,” she purred to the camera, voice smooth as liquid velvet. “You voted for denial… and for a second toy. Your wish is my command.”

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.