Project Artemis Book Novels & Stories

"I have a talk at NYU today. I've decided to eat lunch out with you, and I need you to book me a manicure-pedicure at Downtown." "After lunch?" Chase complained. "But you have a magazine signing at 2:30." "Yes. And I'll be there," I assured standing up. “These nails won’t clean themselves.” I was surprised to feel that the pain in my shoulder had stopped. Or maybe it's just gone numb with the work. When I was almost at the door, I turned back to Chase, who was once again on his back on the floor. "I almost forgot; I need you to print copies of Lucas De Marchi's face. I want it on each punching bag, in your trainer's glove and every shooting dummy in here." I heard him say something to himsel

Beside her lay a thick stack of papers, all covered in dense notes, yet all discarded as failures. Artemisia moved through a cycle of frustration and inspiration—frowning in thought one moment, scribbling a breakthrough the next, only to crumble the paper in disappointment a moment later. She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't even notice Caleb approaching. "Artemisia, put the ancient formula aside for a moment. I have something important to tell you." Artemisia had stumbled upon a fragment of an ancient medical manuscript and was determined to reconstruct it. However, restoring such a formula was a difficult task that could take even a veteran expert half a lifetime.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Nathan had given me a skeleton key, a flash drive that bypassed internal locks if I ever needed it. I plugged it in. The screen blinked twice, then her files opened. Thousands of them. Most of them looked like regular reports, but there was one folder that had no title—just a dot. I clicked it. Inside were a series of documents. They were all heavily encrypted, but one opened without a passcode. A list. One that contained code names, transaction logs, drops, and at the very top: Client Artemis. Artemis? The name didn’t ring a bell for me, but something else did. Next to it, there was an image.

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

Two weeks after the proposal, the Robinson estate was a whirlwind of activity again—not for another battle or family council, but something far more nerve-wracking for Artemis Robinson: **Planning a wedding.** “Tell me again why we can’t just elope?” Artemis muttered, leaning against the edge of his desk in the west wing study. He was flipping through a thick leather-bound wedding planning book that Allie had left on his desk, a pencil tucked behind his ear like a reluctant student.

(My God, forgive me) Artemis smiled sweetly and slowly descended, twirling through the air beneath the starry sky of the amphitheater. Her cold breath shimmered in the air like frost. Her bronze armor made no sound. It was perfectly engineered. With her dark skin, cascading curls, and gleaming archer’s bow, she could have been beautiful, voluptuous, and divine. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was a crazy demon bitch trying to chop us into pieces. The small marble goat, lion, and dragon desperately clinging to her body yelped. They held on for their lives, trying not to fall and be crushed against the jagged ice or disappear into the dark water below.

(My God, forgive me) Artemis smiled sweetly and slowly descended, twirling through the air beneath the starry sky of the amphitheater. Her cold breath shimmered in the air like frost. Her bronze armor made no sound. It was perfectly engineered. With her dark skin, cascading curls, and gleaming archer’s bow, she could have been beautiful, voluptuous, and divine. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was a crazy demon bitch trying to chop us into pieces. The small marble goat, lion, and dragon desperately clinging to her body yelped. They held on for their lives, trying not to fall and be crushed against the jagged ice or disappear into the dark water below.

"It's an observation, Artemis. You created a magnificent, complex lie to save the Crossbearer’s operation, and yet you still found time to color-code your emergency escape routes. I appreciate that level of detailed commitment. I admire a woman who takes her chaos seriously." "My chaos," Artemis shot back, her tone dry, "is my defense mechanism. Unlike you, Charon, I don't need a three-piece suit to prove I'm dangerous. I just need a single server, and I can erase your entire existence. What do you call that level of detailed commitment?"

Artemisia had briefly forgotten that that day wasn't normal, she's starting to realize, and think, that maybe she's not the one who's going crazy. The girl approached the shelves and Helga's voice danced again in her mind. "The navy blue cover book will tell you a story, I can't tell you which one, only the book is entitled to that." Artemisia didn't understand, but soon found the book near the second door. It was a heavy book, but not as thick as expected. It had a glow reminiscent of sunbeams touching the greenish water of a river or lake. It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves.