Novel Research Romane & Geschichten

Then, for some reason, I heard myself say, “Nova and I did research.” He stared at me, and I immediately regretted speaking. “Why,” I thought. “Why did I say that? Why does my mouth do this.” “You and Nova,” he repeated slowly, “did research.” “Mostly medical articles,” I muttered. “And some other things that were… less medical. She found them, not me.” I cleared my throat. “The point is, I’m informed. Very informed and you do not need to look at me like that." His mouth twitched. "Like what?"

Nicole glanced at Ike and left. After she had returned to her team, she looked at the members who were in the midst of researching the 4-nanometre technology and lamented, "Life's tough for those who're doing things that have never been done before!" After relaxing for a short while, Nicole regained her energy and returned to focusing on her research once again.

We planned to meet again in six months to review how things were going. Dr. Ochoa also provided us with some research that we had not seen before. It was research that had never been published but still held good insights. I had to get in contact with the primary researcher to get clarification on a few things, but overall this was cancer research I had never seen. That was part of the issue with most medical treatment research. There were many promising ideas. However, research wasn’t published for years in most cases, meaning that good ideas were often scrapped because of the lack of research to support them. Even novel ideas start from some other idea. “That was amazing!” Martin yelled ou

Nicole didn't suddenly develop a passion for pharmaceutical research. Since when had Nicole ever shown the slightest interest in actual work? Throughout our university years, she'd been far more focused on social climbing, party planning, and securing her position as Adrian's perfect political match. The idea of her pursuing a demanding research position, requiring long hours in laboratories and meticulous attention to scientific detail, was almost laughable.

"What is that?" Diane repeated the question more forcefully this time since Cathedra just stared at her dumbfounded. "Uhh. . ." Cathedra averted her eyes and extracted herself from the close proximity she had with Diane. "It's my homework." "Hmm, I never heard of homework that asks us to make our own novels, though." Cathedra blushed. There was no going around this. Diane read what she wrote and she's just asking the question in hopes that Cathedra would respond honestly.