Project Edan Novels & Stories

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

“Nothing is unfair, I will make you feel touched. Okay, I won't bother you today, we'll have dinner another day, with your mother and your grandfather.” While I wasn't paying attention, Edana leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. I don't know what kind of lipstick she used, it's blood red. When I looked into the glass cabinet, I saw a red lip mark appear on my forehead. As soon as she left, David walked in and placed a stack of documents down in front of me. “What's up?” I took out my handkerchief, wiped my forehead, and asked. “ELV company acquisition plan. Please take a look. If you have any questions, I will explain.”

"Mom, I'll swing Grandma around." "How?" She leaned. "Table that. Crash early." He locked eyes, steady calm. "Plan's locked." Eleanor brushed his cheek soft, gutted. "You too. Don't grind forever." "Yeah, gotcha." Eleanor smelled the dodge but swallowed it helpless. Door clicked behind her, and Edgar's warmth chilled to frost. Project was launchpad. Next, he'd strip Ethan's empire layer by layer. Let that lofty jerk choke on the dirt for a change.

Just the gleam of money. Bundles of euros and dollars, vacuum-sealed and stacked with surgical precision. Beneath them were hard drives. At least a dozen. Each labeled with a date and a symbol I recognize immediately, the stylized serpent logo of Z-Core Biotechnica. Liana’s company. Elia’s supposed grave was never a burial site. It was a storage unit. I lift one of the drives, brushing off dirt. The label reads: EDEN-01: Initial Sample Mapping My chest tightens. Project Eden. The island. The same phrase Stanley mumbled in the hospital before he collapsed.

i'll make**actual food Ezra: **deal. what time?** Me: **whenever. parents are gone** There's a pause, and I can feel him understanding what that means. Time alone. Space to be together without worrying about being heard or seen. Ezra: **2 hours?** Me: **perfect**

Some barely breathing. Eddie froze. “What the hell is this?” The feed zoomed as if Carl wanted us to see. Subjects. Files stacked on trays. The word burned into my brain: DELPHINIUM. The nightmare project. Still alive. Still running. He hadn’t stopped, not even with the protests going on. The project was still very much alive. My chest went cold. Carl wasn’t just taking Taylor hostage. He was showing us the graveyard of his empire—taunting us with its heartbeat.

The next day, Eden accompanies Leo to school and catches the bus to go to the faculty. Kian is absent today, and he guesses he might have gone with his mother to the hospital for her chemo session. He sits alone in class and decides to focus more on the teacher. They have only two months left before exam season starts in addition to their final project. Eden is eager to graduate and start an internship in a good company. He wants to get an honourable job to take better care of Leo and live comfortably.

His fingers were moving, drawing a letter in the dirt. K. "What does it mean?" Elara asked, watching his finger. K. K. K. "Kill-switch " Elias said, his voice low. "The Eden Project has a dump. If we trigger it the entire global array will collapse. It needs two signatures. The Architects... And the Conductors." "Me " Elara said. "Yes " a new voice said. A man stepped out from behind the oak tree. It was Miller. He looked different, younger, healthier, with perfect skin.

Eddy got up and did it for me instead. Eddy showed them the designs that we made along with Eden. I helped them a little bit but I can't set my eyes on Kevin. Apparently Matthew wanted to make a partnership with a lot of people in this project especially to make a branch in Italy. They asked us to make a new design today and presentate it tomorrow which is crazy.. I was planning to enjoy the city but I guess I can't. After finishing the presentation, everyone was dismissed. I was going to go out quickly but Kevin caught me.

one of the three friends who were there that disastrous night when my father found out about Julian and me. Well, it’s certainly a surprise to see him on the board... I guess he decided to join in this madness with my dad after all. “Yes, I did,” I say firmly, not letting it get to me. I press the next button on the remote, and it finally displays the name of my project, ENKRATEIA. “My project will give back to the people what was taken from them... The power and control over themselves.”